Soooo….. Yeeeaaahhh…. I helped cut out carpet in my basement today- couldn't do it all by myself cuz after ten minutes you couldn't breathe down there and you'd have to come back upstairs… But it's out now. And now I'm afraid to go up the stairs, cuz there's nails sticking out all over the place… Pitch is probably laughing at me in some corner of my house… That's okay, though, I left him some chocolate. :3 (Don't take me too seriously, kay?)
And uh… Um…. Nope. Can't do it. Still obsessing over new episode. Gonna stop and take a break from this…
Been too inspired by other crap lately… I should really be getting back to Frost High… But nope, I've been looking up videos of sneak peeks to an episode I won't be able to see… *pouts* RECORDING IT. Don't care.
Anyway… On to the song inspired story… Thingy… I guess… TEEN PITCH! VAMPIRE PITCH! HUMAN JACK FROST, but not Jackson Overland! TEEN NORTH! TEEN BUNNY! TEEN SANDY! TEEN TOOTH! (ALL are still immortal, though…) OOC MOMENTS. AU.
An Annoying Little Vampire
"What up, Jackie?" the tall, skinny, black haired teen asked his shorter, just as skinny, white haired teen friend.
The smaller boy pouted angrily. "We are not friends, Pitch, quit following me," he grumbled, rolling his shepherd's crook around in his hand on his shoulder. It was one of his nervous ticks, usually reserved for this specific person.
It wasn't that he hated Pitch; it was just that his other friends told him to stay away from him. Probably because Pitch wasn't human… Vampires were notorious for being evil, terrible things that just waited for humans or things close to that to drop their guard.
Pitch only smiled, remaining in the shadow cast by the building Jack was walking near. His brilliant yellow eyes shone like lights, making Jack all the more wary- he stepped to the side to give himself more running distance. The undead teen only grinned wider seeing Jack's apprehension.
"I follow you because you never stop me," he sneered, watching Jack spin his shepherd's crook again, "And besides, I enjoy seeing you get all worked up…" Pitch reached a hand out and pinched Jack's arm. The smaller teen shrieked, slamming his crook down onto the pale hand, and jumped completely out of the shadow.
Pitch rubbed his hand with a frown. "That wasn't very nice," he grumbled, giving Jack a sad look that he immediately didn't trust.
Keeping one hand out, Jack stammered, "S-stay away from-m-me! M-my friends-s will k-kill you if you try to hurt me!" Mentioning his friends always gave Jack more confidence. They weren't human, so they could protect their poor little human buddy from evil all the time. At least, he assumed they weren't human- he knew Tianna sure wasn't; she had feathers and dragonfly wings. He assumed she was a fairy or something…
Pitch rolled his bright eyes. "Please, you expect me to attack you when you're friends with people like the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus? They'd kill me in a heartbeat- I don't pretend to be incredibly strong when I'm not… I just enjoy bothering you, like I said," he smirked as he finished. Jack scowled at the dark entity.
Pitch may not have been the strongest immortal around, but that didn't mean he wasn't scary. Not only was he a living dead person who had been alive for thousands of years, but he could travel from shadow to shadow. You were only safe if you stayed in direct sunlight. Artificial light did nothing to him, and therefore, Jack's little house on the hill wasn't safe in the least. Sandman's fortress of light probably was the safest place to hide.
Jack still wouldn't understand why all these immortals loved hanging around him- it was probably people like Sandy and Santa that had the vampire drawn to him in the first place. Probably could smell their magic all over him.
Finally deciding he wanted to be as far away from this vampire as possible; Jack turned on his heel and walked away. Pitch huffed angrily, but quickly slunk to the next shadow nearest Jack. Jack flinched when he saw him, and stepped far enough away that if Pitch tried to touch him he'd have to reach into the light, and he knew he wouldn't.
"Go away," Jack grumbled again, tapping his crook at the ground a few times.
Pitch grinned, showing those bright, sharp teeth that could suck the life out of him, and he sneered, "No." Jack scowled at him.
"So where are your sheep anyway? I'm getting' kinda hungry," Pitch commented, picking at his claws absently.
Jack spun on his heel, pointing his shepherd's crook straight into his face. He quickly shouted, "Touch my sheep and you die!"
"Yeah?" the tall, dark teen chuckled maliciously. Jack gasped when he grabbed his staff and pulled him right into the shadows. Jack tried to scream, but Pitch slammed a cold, dead hand over his mouth. He hissed venomously into the smaller teen's face, "And what are you gonna do? You're just a weak boy with powerful friends…"
Jack bit his hand, and Pitch yanked it away with a soft hiss of feeling. It didn't exactly hurt, but it wasn't a comfortable feeling. He scowled down at the blue eyed teen. The boy scowled right back, not backing down from a challenge, even one that terrified him as much as this. Sure, he was scared, but if he let Pitch see that he'd only laugh at him.
"Let me go," Jack growled, "Or so help me, I'll call Sandy down here to kick your a-" Pitch flung the boy out into the sunlight with an angry snarl. Smiling after brushing off his brown pants, Jack geld out a hand for his staff.
Rolling his eyes, Pitch handed him back the stupid walking stick and leaned back into the wall of the brick building. Jack gave him a hard glare, to which Pitch only stuck out his tongue and blew him a raspberry. For an immortal, he sure had his immature moments…
Jack set off after that, not bothered by any more pesky vampires until he reached his sheep. The newest member of the herd pranced right on up to him, happily bleating when he knelt to rub its head. The second black sheep of the flock. And still just as cute.
Scratching behind the baby girl's ears, Jack laughed happily as she tried to nip at his nose. "Easy girl, c'mon, time to go home," he cooed, picking up the lamb and walking with his crook. He tapped the earth six times and whistled loudly for the rest of her family. Soon enough the sheep came to him and he led them all back to their pasture outside his house.
Jack was a seventh century shepherd. He had inherited an enormous farmhouse and a wonderful little family of sheep that had blossomed into the mass he had now. The village he lived near relied on him to give them wool to use. Even black wool was appreciated. He nuzzled the sleeping lamb close to his chest.
There were stable for the sheep, and finding the baby girl's mother eating some feed in hers, he set the black fuzzball down into the hay and patted her mother's head fondly. Her mother was a greyish color: probably why he had been lucky enough to have another black sheep.
The older, grey sheep looked at her sleeping babe and licked at her ears gently. Jack smiled. "You take care o' her, ol' girl," he said, rubbing the top of her head, "You're all she's got thanks to that wolf three months ago…"
It wasn't abnormal for wolves to take a sheep. It was part of nature- however much he hated it. He wouldn't dare kill that wolf, though. He knew she had pups to feed, what kind of monster would kill the only person a child has?
Jack suddenly found himself squatting in self-pity. He felt a few tears leak to the corners of his eyes, but quickly dabbed them away with his sleeve.
"Aw, you upset Jackie?" he groaned when he heard the voice. His mother sheep tensed immediately and rushed to block her baby from the intruder. Looking over his shoulder, Jack scowled at the vampire.
"You're upsetting my sheep," he growled, "I'd appreciate it if you'd stop…"
Putting up his hands, Pitch said, "Hey, I'm not hurting them, so there's nothing to be scared of."
"They know you're not human, you idiot," Jack snarled, "And besides that, they can tell you're not a good person…"
Pitch scowled at the sheep. "Stupid things," he hissed. Jack gave him a warning look and the vampire backed off, stepping out of the little hut and into the darkened pasture. Giving mama one last pat on the head, Jack went out as well, if only just to be sure Pitch wasn't eating one of his sheep.
"I wish you'd just leave," Jack grumbled, folding his arms over his staff rested on his shoulders.
Pitch didn't turn around, he just floated over the grass, poking at the occasional dandelion, and he mumbled, "Then make me leave…" Jack sighed in defeat- Pitch knew very well that there was no way he could. He had no special powers: how could he keep a vampire away with no way to defend himself? (Well, there was the garlic in the fridge and the cross that hung above his bed. Pitch couldn't get to him if he had those near him…)
The darker male suddenly inhaled, noticing a light blink in front of his face and go out. Immediately after, he snarled and swatted his hand in front of his face. "Fireflies… Thought it was the sun…" he muttered, plucking blades of grass from the ground.
Jack only smirked at him. Shaking his head, jack went inside to get a jar. Pitch followed after him, asking with a smile, "Whatcha doin?"
Rolling his eyes, Jack lifted the jar in his hands and walked back outside. Pitch followed behind, floating along after him with curious yellow eyes. The small, human teen stood with the top of the jar open, waiting patiently for a firefly to blink itself into existence.
A yellow blip, Jack scooped it into the jar. Another, into the jar. This went on until Jack had at least thirteen inside. Screwing the top on tight, Jack smiled as he watched the lights float and bounce around in the glass. The vampire lowered himself down to observe as well, chuckling a little when the bugs bumped into the glass aimlessly.
"Stupid little things," he chortled, poking the glass and watching the fireflies buzz away in fear.
Jack frowned. "They can't see the glass, they're not stupid," he growled, giving the darker dead teen an angry pout. Pitch rolled his eyes and watched the lights in wonder.
Eventually the little bugs seemed to tire of their failed escape attempts. Lifting the double sided jar, Jack offered one end to Pitch. The vampire looked a little confused. "You wanna help me let 'em go?" Jack asked, slowly twirling his respective lid loose.
"You're not gonna kill 'em?" Pitch asked, sounding disappointed. Jack frowned at him and the dark man sighed, taking hold of the metal lid and spinning it fiercely. It flopped right off before Jack had even gotten his lid off. Flies buzzed right out of the opening, but Jack saw a few sitting back. So he opened his end of the jar and the last ones fluttered away.
Jack smiled as he watched the blinking little lights float away. Pitch looked at Jack curiously for a moment or two before Jack felt fingers touching his neck.
Shivering in fear, Jack stuttered, "S-Sandy'll be getting here soon…. If h-he-e sees you b-biting me…"
"I got it, thanks," Pitch grumbled, retracting his fingers, "Can't blame a guy for noticing…" Jack gave him a confused look, and Pitch touched his own neck, motioning to where his jugular should be beating. "Blood," he explained, "You're neck was pulsing with blood… Can't help myself… It's a great access point to feed… Always full of rich crimson blood…"
Jack stepped to his right; now thoroughly afraid this guy was going to eat him. Pitch scowled at Jack's increased distance. "I can see how much you trust me," he grumbled, floating off towards a tree. Jack saw Pitch take a squirrel from the tree and sink his fangs into it. The poor critter was dead in seconds.
Sighing with a smile of content, Pitch said, "It's not human, but it's good enough…" Jack held out a hand, and Pitch handed him the limp squirrel. Jack began digging a little hole in the ground before him. Pitch watched as he buried the squirrel and set a dandelion on top of the little mound of earth.
"Did you have to kill him?" Jack asked, looking sadly down at the tiny grave.
Pitch shrugged his shoulders. "I'm hungry- that was barely even a snack," he mumbled, picking at his claws again, "If you'd let me eat one of your sheep I wouldn't have to eat squirrels…"
"I told you, I'm not letting you eat my sheep," Jack scolded, standing and brushing his pants off, "I just lost one of my best rams to a wolf not too long ago. I can't afford anyone else eating my sheep…"
"So kill the wolf," Pitch said as if it was the simplest solution ever.
Jack shook his head. "She's a mother wolf- I saw her pups… She's got five of 'em… She's gotta feed 'em something…" he said, fixing his fence, "Not saying I'm happy she picked one of my sheep for food, but I'm not gonna kill a mom…"
Pitch rolled his eyes. "You humans and your empathy," he grumbled, floating off to look at the sheep from a distance. They were all asleep by this point. Jack watched him somewhat nervously, but eventually went back to look down at the squirrel grave.
Finally finished staring sadly down at the dead squirrel, Jack walked toward his house. Pitch noticed and quickly followed after him. Jack groaned. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Not really," Pitch replied, tugging at Jack's prematurely white hair and grinning every time Jack tried to swat at him, "I like bugging you. It's fun to see you get so worked up…"
Pitch touched Jack's neck again, and the poor teen jumped forward, rushing to his front door now. Pitch stood right behind him, though, smiling with malice down at the terrified teen.
"G-go away," Jack stammered, trying to sound confident and failing. Pitch only laughed.
Smirking, the vampire hissed, "Make me." Again, Jack had to sigh in defeat. He went inside, allowing Pitch to float right on in without another angry word, and then flicked on a light. Pitch was going through his refrigerator, grinning when he found raw beef.
Pointing at the bloody mess, he asked, "Can I have this?"
"Would you listen if I said no?" Jack retorted, folding his arms over his chest. Pitch laughed and took the meat. He got himself one of Jack's white plates of China and helped himself to sucking the blood from the steak. Jack watched with an annoyed pout, but didn't tell him no. What was he supposed to do? Offer up himself as trade? Haha- no.
Giving up, Jack took a banana from the fridge and sat on his couch, looking out the window at his pastures and the woods. He munched absently, smiling when he saw the shimmering golden glow that was the Sandman.
"Sandy's here," Jack said, letting Pitch know that he was basically no longer safe. The vampire looked a little worried, but Jack said, "He's just giving the kids in the village dreams, calm down." Pitch relaxed and continued slurping up cold cow blood.
Jack watched him for a minute, before asking, "Don't you prefer it warmed up or something?" The vampire shook his head no and kept enjoying his meal. Still watching as the color and moisture drained from the meat, Jack asked, "You prefer it fresh, though, don't you?"
He shouldn't have asked that, because the instant he did, Pitch's eyes lit up and he was grinning at him. Not bothering to wipe the dribble of crimson running down his chin, Pitch asked, "Are you offering?"
Jack shivered in fear at the hunger in those yellow eyes. "N-no," he stammered, looking away.
"Pity," Pitch grumbled, going back to the beef, "I'm sure you'd taste delicious…" Again, Jack shivered.
Finally the meat was nothing more than a dry lump of muscle and dead cells. Pitch tossed it into a box Jack had labeled 'for compost' and set the plate in the teen's sink. He floated back into the living room and plopped back down onto one of Jack's chairs.
"Don't you have anywhere else you could go?" Jack asked, annoyed with his presence again.
Pitch grumbled, picking his claws, "Nah. I just wander to wherever I feel like…" Jack sighed.
"And so you choose to stay here?" he grumbled.
The vampire smirked, licking his canines, "You know you enjoy my company," he said.
"Hardly," Jack grumbled, snuggling into his couch a little more.
At least Pitch didn't need a bed. He slept during the day time mostly. Jack was grateful; none of his guest rooms were very clean right now. Pitch probably wouldn't be sleeping in his living room, though; there were too many windows to let in sunlight.
Eventually, Jack got up and grumbled "I'm going to bed. If I find my house a bloody wreck when I wake up, I'm gonna call the others to come and kill you."
"I'll be good," Pitch grumbled, flipping through a few of Jack's books. Jack watched him for a moment longer before going upstairs to his bedroom. He got out some loose pants and stripped off his shirt.
Pitch frowned to himself. It was around four a.m. now, and he had perused Jack's books twice. He was bored. Looking up at the stairs, he floated over to them, poking at the railing experimentally and looking up at the hallway that led to all of the other rooms. He floated up to the hall.
He pushed open Jack's bedroom door, ignoring the fact that he knew there was a golden cross in there just above Jack's bed. He saw the sleeping mortal and floated a little closer. Jack's alarm was set for seven in the morning. Three hours… Pitch didn't want to wait that long for his entertainment. He was bored now…
"Jack," he whispered, poking the pale, serene face. "Jaack…? Jack, you up?" The teen waved a sleepy hand up toward Pitch's and rolled over, facing away from him. Pitch pouted angrily at that.
Sighing, he sat on the edge of Jack's bed and continued poking at him. Jack would occasionally swat at him, or wriggle in his sleep to try and get him off, but other than that, Pitch got no reaction from the boy. Still, didn't mean he couldn't try and wake him up.
Pinching at the boy's exposed shoulder; Pitch smirked when Jack gave a soft moan of discomfort in his sleep. Humans were so funny when they were asleep; snoring, groaning, moaning, sometimes even talking in their sleep.
But his joy was halted when Jack writhed a little, his shoulder falling and leaving his pulsating neck completely open to Pitch's gaze. The vampire stared in hunger at the free meal just waiting for him. Jack wouldn't have known any better. He could just… lean down… sink his teeth in… and…
Pitch groaned in dissatisfaction when he felt his teeth barely brushing against the nape of Jack's neck. Jack felt the breath of air, obviously, because he shivered and moaned quietly. It just wasn't fair… Why did this one have to have friends in high places? He was so exposed. This would normally be the easiest meal Pitch had ever gotten… But if he bit him now, Jack would see it when he woke up and then he'd call all his friends, and Pitch would be no more.
Sighing, Pitch pulled his head away and he just scowled down at Jack's sleeping form. Reaching out a pale hand, Pitch pulled the thick wool blankets up to cover Jack's shoulders. He took the moment to brush back Jack's hair fondly. He hated him so much, but at the same time, he really did enjoy being around him. It sucked. Jack was a fun kid to mess with… But not being able to eat him to his heart's content afterwards made Pitch angry.
Standing, Pitch took the time to physically glide from the room, closing the door quietly, before going to a guest room. He closed all the curtains, hanging a few blankets up over them as well to be safe, and then he flopped down onto the cushiony bed.
"It's no coffin, but it'll do, I guess," he grumbled, lying there and staring up at the ceiling, watching a spider make its way to a corner and disappear. It wouldn't bother him while he slept. No creatures ever bothered him. Except nosy humans; who seemed physically unable to sense evil nearby. What were they, dead to all magic? Well, whatever, their blood tasted good, and that's all that really mattered to Pitch. If they came to him willingly it just made his afterlife easier.
Smirking, he lay there in silence for hours. Eventually he could see the faint glow of sunrise beginning to form around the curtains. He frowned at the light, but slowly his eyes fell shut and he drifted into a silent slumber.
When Jack's alarm went off, he stretched and rubbed his back free of an itch. Getting up, the blue eyed boy went to his bathroom and proceeded to wash his face and relieve himself. He pulled on some clean clothes and went downstairs, half expecting to find Pitch asleep on the couch. But it was so bright down there that he knew quickly the idea was stupid.
Shrugging his shoulders, Jack grabbed his shepherd's crook and hopped out into the pasture, smiling happily when his sheep greeted him. A few were already out nuzzling at the gate, waiting for him to take them to a new field for the day. He called the rest to him and he took the herd across hills upon hills, finally deciding to leave them at an open field full of white flowers. He bid them a soft farewell for a while. He always let them be for a few hours of the day- in case any of the rams wanted to try mating again. He gave them their privacy. Usually, Jack found out, this was when the rams actually did mate- once had had left them.
Jack went back home, deciding on having some breakfast. He was chewing an orange when he wondered where Pitch had actually gone to sleep. Getting up, he wandered up the stairs and checked all four guest rooms. Getting to the one directly across from his room, Jack flinched back a little when he saw light leaking in through the doorway he'd opened. He quickly closed his bedroom door, lessening the sunlight, and he pushed the door open to inspect.
Sure enough, Pitch was lying on the bed; arms folded over his chest like Jack had seen pictures of skeletons did. Jack could have sworn he was dead he was so pale. And with his chest not rising once for an intake of air, Jack really did fear he was dead. He could hear him breathing, but he wanted the visual to assure him that he didn't have a corpse in his house.
Sneaking closer, Jack listened in silence to the tall man's breathing. Earing the soft sound, Jack sighed with relief. He wasn't sure he was ready to deal with a dead body in his home. Would Pitch haunt him if he died here? He hoped not…
Jack looked down at the sleeping teen for a moment longer before he decided he'd best leave. Carefully tiptoeing out of the room, Jack shut the door as quietly as he possibly could, and walked down the hall and down the stairs.
Pitch opened his eyes, smirking and looking at the door. Jack wasn't quiet enough. He had heard him come in. It had confused Pitch at first as to why he would come inside, but when he could see the boy listening to him breathe, he figured Jack was just afraid again… Chuckling lightly, Pitch got to his feet and grabbed a black blanket. He pulled it around himself and carefully stalked downstairs.
Jack gasped when he heard a voice behind him say, "You woke me up." Spinning around, Jack saw the darker spirit hiding in his shadow, crouched down with a blanket wrapped around his body.
"Oh!" he gasped, "S-sorry…" Pitch only smiled.
"Aren't you getting hurt being in such a bright room?" Jack asked, looking at him warily. What happened when vampires touched light? Did they burst into flames? Would Pitch light his house on fire?
"A little, but it just feels like a few bee stings and rug burns," he said, smiling up at Jack.
"Go back to bed," Jack said, pointing up the stairs.
"Tuck me in?" Pitch asked with a pout. Jack groaned.
"No, tuck yourself in."
Pitch frowned. "Fine, then I'm not going to bed," he grumbled. Jack sighed and began leading the undead teen up the stairs and back to the bedroom.
Once pitch was lying across the mattress, Jack grumbled, "There, you happy?"
"You didn't tuck me in," he grumbled in response.
"You're like fifty thousand years old, I think you can tuck yourself in," Jack said with a nasty smirk.
Pitch quickly hopped to his feet, following after Jack. Jack scowled at him and shoved him back into the room, yelling at him to go to sleep.
"I'm not going to sleep until I get a goodmorning kiss," Pitch sneered, puckering his lips out toward Jack. Jack scowled angrily at him.
"You said tuck you in, not kiss you goodnight," Jack growled.
"Goodmorning," Pitch corrected, smirking as Jack groaned in irritation. Still, the dark teen waited with his evil smile. Knowing there was no pleasing Pitch; Jack groaned again and quickly pecked the pale, cold cheek.
"There, now go to sleep," he said.
Pitch frowned. "A Goodmorning kiss is on the forehead, you meany," he whined, "And it lasts longer than a millisecond…"
Jack groaned loudly. "I hate you so much, you know that?" he growled, giving Pitch a steely glare. Pitch smiled innocently and fluttered his dark eyelashes. Rolling his eyes, Jack stood on his toes and gave Pitch a soft, quick kiss on the forehead.
"Now get to bed," he said, "Before I tell Sandy that you're here…" Pitch smiled mischievously at him, but turned back around and went into the bedroom, lying down on the bed and going to sleep.
Stomping down the stairs, Jack growled to himself. "I really can't stand that guy…"
Well…. That was a lot longer than I thought it would be…
But I like it…!
And Jack, we all know you love Pitch and his sass, don't deny it. :3 I know I love the sass.