Black Jack Frost x Pitch Black

Chapter 18

Yeah baby im back!

Pitch disapparated into Shadows of the trees, before reappearing in his lair. He didn't know what to do with himself now. He needed to find Jack and see if he's ok, but he couldnt go out in the sun. Despite all his power, it would weaken him to the point where he would have to resort to stealing nightmares from each child individually, like he did after his first defeat. The Boogeyman paced his lair, his steps echoing trough the empty space surrounding him. He never noticed how empty this place was until now. It was missing Jack. Pitch decited he couldnt just stand here doing nothing, so he called on his most trusted fearling, his Nightmare steed Onyx. The horse appeared in a matter of seconds, and Pitch ordered it to go out and jump trough shadows with the other Nightmares and try to locate Jack. Onyx made a sound of understandement and disappeared back into the darkness around them. Now Pitch was left to his own accord again. The Shadowman slumped into hi throne, not knowing what to do with himself. He sat there, still as a board, thinking of nothing in particular. After about 15 minutes he grew tired of just sitting there, and decited that since he couldnt aid his Nightmares in finding Jack, he could always spread some more fear. Sinister smile creeped across his face before Pitch dissolved into shadows. Not a second later he reappeared in India, where it was night at the time. He glided trough the shadows until he found what he was looking for. A small child, no more than 6 years old was sleeping peacefully in his mothers lap. ,,Aww~'' Pitch cooed, unphased by the picture. ,,It would be a shame if someone were to ruin their rest.'' He said to himself and grinned wickedly. He stepped closer to the small boy, and lifted his hands, creating a small nightmare and placing it above the childs head. The kid scrunched up as the nightmare began playing itself behing his closed eyes. Pitch breathed in the smell, before continuing on the boys mother. In the Dark Ages, he used to be the cause of everyones nightmares, grown-ups and children alike. He was more powerful then than ever, and it was time for his power to return. He placed a nightmare above her too, and watched in satisfaction as her muscles tensed up around her child. He laughed at the pathetic image, before waving his hand in the air, and the nightmare sand swirled around the room before exiting trough windows and open door, trough all the cracks it could find and spreading nightmares along the whole village. Pitch breathed in the deliciousness of it all and it made his skin tingle. He spent more than an hour just in that Indian village, relishing the fear floating around, remembering the Dark Ages. How he wished he could bring that back. And now he could, with Jacks help. And in a second, his eyes snapped open. ,,Jack.'' He breathed out before he turned on the spot and disappeared. Back in his lair, awaited by nothing but silence, Pitch walked up to the globe in the middle of the throne room. It was an exact replica of the Guardians', except this one showed the people that believed in him, not at the Guardians. Of course to do that, he had to modify it a little, give it a touch of darkness, but it all worked out. The number of lights flickering was increasing faster than he expected. But the satisfaction didnt last long, as Pitchs mind wandered to Jack again. He was actually worried. In the time he spent with his Winter spirit the brat had managed to worm into his heart and made him love him. Pitch for the love of god couldnt figure out how. But yet he did. He did love the boy. He loved his hair thay after returning from the Guardians remained white, he loved his eyes and how they lit up when Jack was happy. He loved the smile, not the cruel one reserved for the Guardians (although he liked that one too) but the kind, happy one that was reserved just for him. He loved how the boy squirmed amd twisted when they fucked, he loved the moans and groans the boy was making when they made love. He loved how the bite marks and scrathes and hickeys remained on the boys porcelain skin days after they were made. And the worst part was, the Boogeyman had no idea whether Frost was even alive. Thats when a crash sounded trough the empty place. Pitch immediately blended in with the shadows, prepared for a fight with the Guardians. But when there were no other noises from anywhere around him for more than a minute, Pitchs curiosity got the best of him. Still in the shadows, he circled around his lair, until he found what he was looking for.

Aaaanddd another cliffhanger. I know you must hate me for it buuuuut if everything goes according to plan, you get a new chapter pretty soon, might even be in a few hours, you never know. Anyway i hope you like this, and for the Greys anatomy fans out there, there will be a moment in my next chapter that will give you some major feels (or not, it all depends what you think of the people who say that;)).