AN: So… I have no idea if I got all of the children's names correct. I don't remember the brunette's name (the one who's not Cupcake) so I will be calling her "Chloe".

This is from my OC's POV. Her name is Nora Blanco.

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nora's POV

"Jack Frost made it snow, guys!"

Jamie pointed excitedly out the window. Chloe, Monty, Claude, Caleb, and Cupcake (whose real name I have yet to figure out) chuckled together as they went to see the fallen snow. They turned to each other to chatter on about their past adventures with Jack Frost, Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman and the Easter Bunny, and how they defeated Pitch Black, the Boogey Man when they were eight. It was an epic battle.

That I've heard about for the last eleven years.

I mean, we're all 19 years old now. You'd think that people would get over this sort of stuff. But, noooooooo, it is countlessly relived over and over again for more than a decade. By all of them.

Especially Jamie.

I let out an exacerbated sigh.

Why should I care what the hell Jamie Bennett obsesses over? It's not like I desperately want to believe in the good of people. It's not like I am ridiculously attracted to his luminescent eyes or that chocolate colored hair that's always tousled no matter how many times he combs it.

It's not like he's my worst, biggest, most embarrassing crush for the last decade.

******** 11 years ago*******

I walked into the living room. Mom should be passed out on the couch and Dad wouldn't be home until 9 PM.

"Mom, it's 7:38 AM. I need to go to school now."

I shook her still form. She mumbled something like "Go walk your ass there. You know where it is." She rolled over onto her stomach, head turned away from me. I shook her one more time. She didn't respond. Annoyance colored my vision.

I inhaled, held my breath for 5 seconds, and then exhaled. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water for Mom. I placed the trashcan near the couch.

Mom has been hurt a lot by Dad. Sometimes, he would use his hands. Other times, anything he could grab. When he was really angry, he would drag me out and hurt me too.

Dad constantly says that it was Mom's fault he couldn't go to college, that he had to get married, that he had to work a dead end job just to support us. After he would beat her, he would go to work. Mom would drink.

With one last look at Mom, I headed out to my first day of school.

Halfway on the walk, it started to rain. I "squelshed" in the school halls, looking for the main office, when I spotted a bunch of kids circling around something. I could hear arguing and walked towards the group. They encircled a skinny boy proclaiming that he and his friends saved the world from the boogey man last night. The thing the kid was talking to was definitely just a ball of flesh with eyes and a mouth.

"Yeah, right, Jamie! I bet you're lying!"

"No, I'm not! It's true! Right guys?!"

A couple of kids nodded awkwardly, not looking at Jamie. He turned back to the glob of fat.

"See!" Jamie said proudly.

The fat kid turned to the kids. "You guys are lying, aren't you?" he breathed. The kids nodded in agreement quickly. Jamie dropped his mouth. The fat kid laughed and slapped Jamie.

"Stop it," Jamie mumbled. The fat kid hit him again. Jamie mumbled again, but the fat kid kept slapping him. Jamie tried to defend himself, but the fat kid was too strong.

I looked around at the rest of the kids. They all watched in fascination of Jamie getting beat up.

"Hey, Fattie!"

The fat boy turned around. Before I knew what I was doing, I swung my backpack across the fat kid's face. The ground shook when he fell, a tooth skidding across the floor. He started screeching in pain.

"Shut up!"

Silence greeted me with the occasional whimpers from the fat kid. Everyone who could, turned towards me. I instantly felt really awkward and felt the heat climb up my neck.

"Uh, so, where's the office?"

After that, I was immediately suspended from school. When I came back, Jamie and I became sort of friends. Even though Jamie knew that I did not believe a word he said, I was absorbed in the stories. It was fascinating really. Jamie, not Jack Frost and Guardians. Jamie would light up in excitement and animatedly retell the adventure he and his friends had with the Guardians. His face would flush easily and he glowed with an innocence I could not help but take notice. It took me about 3 years to finally figure out that I liked Jamie. A lot.

I silently groaned. The things I would do for that boy.

The things I would DO TO that boy.

Someone giggled behind me. I turned to see Sophie, Jamie's younger sister, smiling brightly. Sophie was a sweet girl, the kind that could warm up any heart.

"Is my brother talking about Jack Frost again, Nora?" she asked me, studying Jamie and his friends.

I grunted.

She sighed. "It's because of that that he could never get a girl friend." She gave me a sideways glance and saw that even though my expression did not change, I was as red as a cherry. She giggled again.

Oddly enough, this 15 year old girl understood my emotions more than anyone else. When I asked her how, she replied back, "I really like this hairy Australian guy but never told him how I felt."

"Why not?" It was interesting how someone this popular with the opposite sex could have love troubles.

"It's impossible," Sophie would simply state and left it at that.

We walked towards the group.

"Is it still snowing?" I asked.

"Not actively."

"Alright, let's go do some skiing then! We didn't come here for Jamie's birthday to watch snow fall."

For Jamie's birthday, we decided to go to the Treetops Resort in northern Michigan for the weekend. Since I worked there as a ski instructor, I got ridiculously discounted prices. It's been tough supporting since my parents passed, but I've done pretty well for myself since graduation.

"Hey, guys, be careful not to get frost bite," Claude chuckled as we headed out for the slopes.

"Jack Frost wouldn't hurt us," Jamie protested. Jamie didn't joke when it came to Jack Frost.

"Nah, people just get stupid and get hurt when they're near him," I called back. Before Jamie could retort anything, I skied down the slope. I love the adrenaline rush, as if I could die at any moment. It made me love the moment so much more.

We skied until closing. Caleb, Claude, and I were the first ones back at the cabin. Cupcake, Monty, Chloe, and Jamie arrived twenty minutes later.

"Uh, where's Sophie, guys?" Jamie asked nervously. We all glanced around.

Chloe patted Jamie's shoulder reassuringly. "She's probably on the bus as we speak."

Everyone murmured in agreement, but no one felt that way. Thirty minutes after the last bus, Jamie called the snow ranger. We join the search parties.

Every person was grouped with a professional emergency personnel. Since emergency training was a requirement for a ski instructor, Jamie and I were paired together.

"Sophie! Sophie, where are you?!"

"Sophie, if you can, make a loud noise! Or flash a light!"

"Sophie!"

Darkness mocked our attempts of calling Sophie back to us.

"Have we passed this tree before?" I wondered out loud, asking no one in particular.

Jamie stopped in his tracks. "It's my fault," he said quietly.

"Jamie-"

"I shouldn't have come here."

"Jamie-"

"Sophie would still be with us if only-"

"JAMIE!"

I stood toe to toe with him and lifted his chin so that he could meet my eyes, even though I was 5'1 and he was 5'9.

"We're going to find her."

"But-"

"Remember what Jack Frost said? You have to believe, Jamie, you need to believe that Jack Frost wouldn't hurt her. "

I cupped Jamie's cheek gently. He refused to look at me.

"You have to believe that we'll find her and that we'll all be fine in the end."

He bit his lip and tried to turn away, but I held his chin and forced him to face me again.

"Jamie," I whispered softly. "You have to believe that I can find Sophie and that I will bring her back safe and sound."

I mustered all the unrequited feelings I had for this boy into my face, as much as my cold face would allow.

"I promise you, Jamie, that she'll be fine."

After a few heartbeats, Jamie nodded. I nodded back and started to head off in the direction we were going. Something grasped my hand. I looked down to see Jamie's hand clasped around mine. Through the layers of our gloves, I swore I could feel his heat. I squeezed his hand reassuringly and led him into the darkness.

Literally.

I don't know how but one second we were walking cutely together, and the next, we fell down a hole. I landed on my butt with one snow boot lost in the fall. Jamie lost his hat. He landed on his knees and hands with my hand trapped underneath one of his.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled. I frantically searched my pockets and pulled out a green glowstick. With the greenish light, I saw that we landed in a cave-like tunnel. I tried to get up when a sharp pain staked my arm.

"Urgh!"

"Oh my god, I am so sorry, Nora!" Jamie immediately removed his hand that covered my injured wrist then hissed in pain. My wrist might have been broken. Jamie knees and palms were severely scraped.

Overall, we were fine though. I turned around to see if there was a way out of the hole when I found a body. I yelped in surprise and the body groaned.

"Sophie!" Jamie yelled. He crashed into the wall and gathered Sophie's body in his arms. Snow started to fall.

"Shit!"

Before the snow could separate us, I flung myself to Jamie and Sophie as the snow came crashing down from the surface.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I had pushed Jamie into the wall and knocked him out. There was fresh blood oozing from his head. I also realized that not all of me could escape the falling snow; I was trapped knees down in snow. To top it all off, I saw that Sophie was dangerously pale with blue lips.

"Shit, shit, shit, fucking shit!"

I took off my gloves and turned them inside out. Once I found the wound on Jamie's head, I fastened the gloves to his head with my scarf. I took off my jacket and replaced Sophie's jacket with it. I figured that it would be best if she had something off of a warm body. I placed her jacket over the both of them.

I knew what I was doing was stupid and not all according to the handbook, but I didn't care. I didn't care about what happened to me. I didn't care that what I was basically doing was suicide. Because, in the end, the only people that I had ever cared for, who I love the most, were going to die if I didn't do something for them fast. I was more than willing to sacrifice myself for their well-being. I let this raw emotion take over me.

For the first time in 19 years, I believed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pitch Black's POV

They swarmed me, my own creations.

"Damn you, Guardians!" I bellowed. "I'll have my revenge on you!"

I sliced through a Fearling that came too close. When they were near, they summoned more fear so that it would erupt from a person like a geyser. Damn them, the Fearlings were getting smarter. The only way to get a Fearling away from you was to have someone else who feared more than you.

FWOOSH!

Two more down.

I have been battling the Fearlings for over a decade, ever since Jack Frost and Manny's Guardians sent me back to this desolate place. The Fearlings had been torturing me since, bring up terrifying dreams of a girl dying, memories of loneness and pain, of-

BAM!

One more Fearling to go.

We circled each other. That's when I recognized the first Fearling I created. A small feeling of satisfaction went through me. But before we could take another step, we felt it. The sweet beckoning of energy. The source of our being.

Fear.

Not just any fear. It was a fear so compelling and pure, our heads turned towards the direction.

This fear was enough to resurrect the dead. Or bring another being to power.

The Fearling sped off without another pause. I followed it. Fearlings possessed a more acute sense of fear and its sources than I did. When I find the source, I will kill the Fearling.

And then give Jack Frost and the Guardians a revenge so painful, they would wish they could die.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nora's POV

Pitch Black feeds on fear. He's evil! But don't be afraid of the Boogey Man, otherwise you'll summon him to you. He travels through shadows and nightmares.

I looked at Jamie's now pale face and placed two shivering, black fingers on his lips.

"How ironic is it that when I'm finally close enough, I can't kiss you or even feel your lips?" I whispered bitterly and retreated my frost bitten hand. Then I laughed harshly.

"Proved you wrong, Jamie. Frost does bite."

Something black trickled down from the surface. I heard commotion and something digging. Frantically, I yelled, "Down here!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pitch Black's POV

"Goodbye, nuisance," I spat.

The last Fearling led me to a concaved hole in the ground before I destroyed it. It was frantically digging for the fear we sensed. From the ground, I heard a muffled yell and laughed. From the sound of it, it would appear that a young girl was trapped.

Well, pity for her if she thinks I'm her savior.

I sunk into the darkness and found a young Hispanic girl trapped under snow with two other humans with her. I inhaled the all too familiar scent.

Yes, she was the source of the fear.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nora's POV

So that's Pitch Black, the Boogey Man? I felt my eyes go wide. Well, shit, he's scarier than I thought!

Pitch emerged from the shadow of the cave and his golden eyes gleamed like a wild animal when it found its next meal.

I controlled my face again.

"Ah, it seems like you can see me," he chuckled. I stared at him warily.

How could I get him to come closer?

"And it seems like you're the coward Jack Frost said you would be," I said. He hissed and yanked my hair back. Before he could say anything else, I grabbed his wrist with my good hand and breathed him inside of me.

The only way I could save Jamie and Sophie on time was if I became Pitch Black.

And I succeeded.

AN: Thank you for staying with me! I know it was a bit of a long chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it

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Also, I realize that this may seem like an OC/Pitch fanfic, but it really is my OC/Jack Frost! It will become more apparent in later chapters, after I explain stuff.