Full Summary: Some people were born to be in darkness; they enjoy the nightmares and embrace that small portion of their soul that cries in joy in the face of fear. Ember was born from fear and flames, and as such, there is nothing more that she enjoys then causing others the very pain she can never be rid of.

When Pitch makes her an offer and a chance to bring down the creatures, she never believed in, even as a human, how can she say no? Especially when they'll start with her opposite- the winter to her summer.

OOC: I usually write OC stories, and that's just due to them spicing up original stories. This movie reminded me to be a kid at heart, and I couldn't get this character out of my head. Yes she's a girl, no I'm not planning romance as I see lots of JACK X OC, and that's not me. I wanted to make a villain, so I hope you enjoy Ember.

Warnings: This will land at a high T for violence, blood, and angst in general. Just a heads up. This isn't a happy go lucky story; this is dark and is meant to be dark- for in the darkest hour, light will shine the brightest ;)

Chapter 1

Jack couldn't help but sit in a tree and watch Jamie. Even in the middle of summer, with the temperature high in the 90s, Jack enjoyed watching his first believer hang with friends or play in the pool… or basically anything. All of it brought a smile to his face even if it had been 6 years since Pitch was defeated.

While the winter spirit knew he should be off causing a blizzard in some southern hemisphere, Jack couldn't help but be drawn back to Bugress every so often. It relaxed him after a hard day at work; who knew causing snow days could be so time consuming? He was half tempted to make it snow and freeze the pool all the kids were jumping around in. However, he knew if he did that, he'd end right back up on the naughty list and never hear the end of it from North.

Still, it was good to see the kids even if they were now teens. Jack was sad to know that some of them could no longer see him, but Jamie could. And to Jack, that was still the entire world. Even now, Jamie noticed the winter spirit and waved. A few of the other teens gave him weird look, but the continued to splash and joke around while all the girls sat on the deck.

He couldn't help but briefly wonder in these calm moments when Pitch would strike again… but he didn't let that thought ruin his fun as he took off with the wind to go to Chile for an unexpected blizzard.

…..

Pitch couldn't help but scowl. Six years? Six years, and he still hadn't made it out of this hole. He had his fearlings back under his control, but he was in no shape to no take on five guardians. His face fell into a deeper frown as he thought of the newest and easily most annoying guardian- Jack Frost. It was become of him that Pitch couldn't succeed; had the man in the moon just stayed out of all of this as he had done in the past, Pitch knew he would have won.

With that thought, he roared out and slammed his fists into a nearby wall. He could see the hole in the ceiling; he could see his way out, but unless more children feared him, he wasn't going anywhere. He hated it, and there was nothing more he wanted now but to wring that child Jamie's neck and make Jack watch and suffer.

One of his nightmares nickered lightly next to him, and he finally sighed and composed himself. He was a King after all, which meant he needed to act least act like it. He ran his bony hand down the mare's neck and briefly wondered about the journey that nightmare had taken earlier. He had used much of his energy to send his fearling out in hopes of finding someone to help him take out the guardians, but the shadow had returned empty handed. He couldn't even ask it if it found what he was looking for.

No matter, with or without help, Pitch would return and force the guardians to their knees. He broke out with a smile and a laugh just thinking about how weak and pitiful they would look with their precious children running through them.

"Have you finally gone insane?" a new voice purred. From the shadows, flames flickered out reaching and touching any area that remained dark. From the center of the fire stood a girl, neither extremely old nor young. She wore a short black skirt and a halter top that wasn't leaving much to the imagination at this point. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, and slung across her shoulder looked to be an old bow made of an oak tree.

And her dark gaze rested directly on Pitch. There wasn't fear in her eyes, simply amusement. She called the flames back to her body and they nestled along her form until it was simply a dim. She leaned casually against the rock watching Pitch's gaze run over her. She knew she had his attention, but then again, he was the one who requested an audience.

"Some people will start to talk if you continue to stay cooped up in this dark cave with nothing but yourself and this horse to amuse yourself with," she continued, each word rolling off her tongue.

"Ember," Pitch said with little emphasis. He reached forward ignoring the flames still lightly dancing across her form and touched her cheek. The scar still felt rough under his touch, and he couldn't help but trail the burn all the way to her collar bone. Pitch couldn't help but muse that she was lucky to still have her eye. "It's good to see you again."

"And you," she shrugged shaking off his hand. "Though I am going to guess I am one of the few to still see you."

"The Guardians," Pitch started to hiss, but Ember raised her hand and waved him off.

"Yes, yes I've heard," she laughed. "Even where I usually stay, the story has spread that you got your ass handed to you by those pesky things." Her smile grew wider and as it did, the light emanating from her body grew. "The thought of the tooth fairy kicking you done this hole is just absolutely hilarious."

"Quiet," Pitch snarled. "I did not call you here to be mocked."

"Then why call me after all this time?" she asked with a sigh. "I was enjoying making a volcano erupt when your horse came and ruined the moment." Her lip pouted out.

"There's a winter spirit on the Guardians now or have you not heard?"

"That I did not," she admitted, and Pitch could tell she was interested. As a spirit of summer and born from flames, Ember always enjoyed tormenting her other halves. It had been a long time since she had seen any winter spirit.

"And not just a winter spirit, but the winter spirit, Jack Frost," Pitch continued knowing he had enraptured her, and it was then her eyes went into a glare.

"Jack Frost is a guardian?" she hissed, the flames flickering around her went out completely surrounding the pair in a shroud of darkness.

"Help me bring the guardians to their knees," the Nightmare king offered, "and I will help you kill Jack Frost."

"I don't want to kill him."

"What do you want then?" he asked, his hands behind his back as he leaned forward. He could smell fear on her, but it wasn't the fear he usually found on others when they were around him. It was a faint whiff of the life she had lived and died.

"I want him to suffer," Ember said, her gaze meeting the Nightmare King's. "Help me do that, and I will help you."

"Deal."

OOC: So I like it, but not sure if I love it yet. I'm going to put this up and see if people enjoy it. I just needed a break from my Supernatural tale for a bit. Something new as I've been craving to write a villain again- a con, sly and different villain. R&R, let me know what you think.