Love Guardians Part 3: Dark Love

Welcoming Despair

I was no longer screaming. The nightmares had already tore me up so much that I couldn't scream anymore. Everything was no longer painful, just sad and empty in this dark abyss the Guardians had imprisoned me in.

I closed my eyes, and I prepared myself to be like this for the next decade, maybe the next century. There was a cracking sound, and I opened my eyes to a small hole with light. A hand in the light pulled me out of my prison as fearlings ran from it, and I was on the surface of the earth once again.

I looked around at the forest with my vision now perfected. I wanted to thank my hero, but no one was there. No one was a witness to my escape. I grinned to myself. I finally escaped my torture, my prison. I was more than prepared to begin creating nightmares. I was ready for revenge on those damn Guardians! And it was going to be in a way they would never suspect.

I took in a deep breath of the fresh air and laughed. Children were far and near. I could smell their dreams and little smiles as they slept. I smiled to myself as I thought of how to rebuild my army. But I had to be careful. If there were too many nightmares, the guardians would find me.

I paused and tried to sense a child with a high amount of fear, so I could go unnoticed. A child that was practically in despair already. To my luck, I could feel her. Her fear was calling me. Her despair was beckoning me to destroy any hope she had left. I grinned and followed it, and there she was in her bed. She tossed and turned, barely sleeping at all. But something was odd. I paused as I looked her over twice.

She didn't look like a child, but she didn't look quite like an adult either. I sensed something inside her that made her different, and I believed that was why I couldn't tell how old she was.

I snapped myself out of being so observant and reached my hand out to touch her, to give her the nightmare she should've prepared for. She suddenly sat up in fright, and I laughed, stepping back.

"Who are you?" she tried to use her blanket as a shield. "Why have I seen you before?"

Seen me before? Must be a nightmare I forgot about.

I grinned and bowed. "Your worst nightmare." I looked up at her and froze. Her (_eye color_) eyes were gorgeous. As I stared, she seemed to be calming down. I was becoming calm. Everything was standing still. I couldn't hear anything, but I didn't want to. I slowly stood up, wanting to know what this sensation was. What was this calm? The calm mood was broken when I heard Sandy's dream sand seep in, and I huffed. I walked to the closet.

"Wait!" she called with her arm stretch towards me. "Wait, please!"

But I couldn't wait. I couldn't be captured by a Guardian. Not tonight! I was back in my lair with my fearlings and nightmares. They didn't attack me as before I was rescued. They stared at me with blank expressions, and they bowed. I paused and glaced around, trying to grasp the situation. I slowly grinned and began to pace through the row of nightmares.

"Seems as though everything is back in order," I laughed. "The balance is now going to be tipped in our favor once more. I have a plan, but you must follow it exactly. Do not worry, we won't be fighting the Guardians unless absolutely necessary." I lowered my voice and glared. "We are going to destroy them in the very core of their ticking systems: their hearts. And one more thing not to worry about: We'll be making a handful of nightmare daily."

My fearlings and nightmares cheered.

Fear is beginning to grow.

I laughed loudly. "Come now. We have guardians to fight, dreams to destroy, and hope to rid."

My army gathered with their own wicked noises in front of me. I grinned and thought of all the nightmares I would bestow on children. I thought of all the delicious smells of fear that were growing in the air. It only took a few children to make fear grow. They would tell the stories to their other friends, making everyone scared before they slept. I could spread fear with the wave of my hand. No one would stand in my way this time. But then I thought of the girl that was in despair.

She wasn't a woman but she wasn't a girl. It was difficult to know what to call her. But she had beautiful, entrancing (_eye color_) eyes and perfect (_hair color_) hair. I found myself worrying about her despair. I stood up straighter. Then I realized I was being riduclous. There was nothing I could do. And she wasn't my objective right now.

I can only BRING fear,  not cure it. Besides, fear is very powerful.

My army stood before me, and I knew exactly what to do next.

"There shall be no mercy in the dreams we enter, for one day we will spare no child."