Cold Ashes

one

no formalities with this book. im gonna start it right away. when i say i wanted to write something like this for such a long time, i mean rEally lONG.

thanks to all those incredibly sexy tumblr heroxvillain posts/prompts. and marvel. yes, i owe this book to them two big time <3

AND to theBrookeHatfield. I was not gonna give up on the story idea you gave me <3

let's goooooo,
Crystal Xx.

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"Oh my God, is that Cinderella?"

I flinched audibly. Not because of the icy blow--which felt more like a sickening punch to the gut--that just got thrown at my face, but because someone had just called me Cinderella.

I suppose it could've been worse.

My fighting partner, who also happened to be my long-time nemesis, thought I was letting down my guard, which honestly might've been true, and so he threw another blast of cold (extremely fucking I-can't-stand-this cold) gust of wind at me. Literally. With just a flick of his hand.

I staggered back, wheezing, and nearly forgot that I was standing on top of an eight-storey building. Accidentally inhaling another cold gust of air, I took one more step back and nearly fell to my death.

I suppose this isn't a magnificent start to my heroic adventures. All thanks to Ice Phantom and his bloody ice queen powers.

He gripped the collar of my suit from the front, saving me from falling down the rooftop we'd somehow found our way on. He didn't stop until his face was looming over my own, his breath smelling like ice. His greyish blue eyes, the only part of his face I could see that wasn't hidden by the leather mask, held the usual murderous glint as his hand fisted around my collar and nearly choked me to death.

You see, there was never a saving or even a nearly saving when it came to him. The one and only magnificent piece of asshole--Ice Phantom.

"Did I just hear someone calling you Cinderella, love?" He asked, his eyes narrowing to deathly slits. The guy could turn real scary if he wanted. Fortunately (for me), I was kind of used to it by now.

"I...what?" I wheezed and choked out at the same time. Then I was trying to pry his grip from my collar. It wasn't one of my smartest moves, not when his grip was the only thing keeping me from falling to my inevitable death.

"Look," I gasped out. He really was crushing my airway. "Lets not...have this conversation...at the edge--"

"That someone just pet-named you after a preppy little princess?" He inquired, cutting me off.

"I'm not...letting you...plant that cracker bomb." Still choking.

I think he smiled behind that mask of his. Not that I could tell. It was the way his eyes crinkled just a little at the corners and the grey in his eyes swirled, and I always assumed he was smiling then.

In a sickeningly disgusting way, I mean.

"Are we really going to have this argument right now?" I must've only imagined when he loosened his grip on my suit.

I planted my toes firmly on the edge of the rooftop, praying one last time for my dear life, before jabbing the base of my elbow somewhere near his abdomen. It was enough to send him staggering back and enough for me to pull away from the edge.

"I am no one's love, you fucker." I hissed before lunging myself at him, taking him by surprise and tackling him to the ground, enough to pin him down with a knife to his throat. I had no superpowers, true, but knives worked just as fine.