Lunar Eclipse

Chapter 1

Dawn

Twenty seven years flew by as I watched myself growing and changing. Ever sense Jack and I separated, I moved on living in the boogeyman's world. Pitch sat down and talked to me before about Jack and his…sudden turns and twists with being in a 'real world' relationship. I love Jack for what he has done, but something about Pitch made me turn back to him. We hung out more, cook and ate together and even shared our feelings for each other and just plan feelings. Having a women in the lair was not what most of his men were use too. I got called names and one time I was even spit on. Pitch addressed the vicious name calling and spitting, I even watched him execute his own men. Twenty five to be exact. The nightmare horses were even hated on because they loved me being there and I took care of them like Pitch would do. I felt more powerful and more controlling over these men except my own. They even do whatever they want to when Pitch is not here. I was surprised at that. I faced so much sexism from these nightmare men because they were not ready to be ruled by another person who is a man or a women.

As me and Pitch watched the globe for hours one light went out. One. I was so bored I even went horseback flying. Pitch has changed sense my departure from the North Pole. He's been a lot happier and more demanding towards the nightmare men. He even got us servants and butlers to serve us food and drinks. Even though we like cooking. I even sword fight with him and made my own scythe that is however thirty pounds to be exact. Pitch sometimes hold grudges against sandman, because Sandy always destroy nightmares and put his own touch of dream sand. Pitch has some days where he only wants to talk about his memories. He did however gain back some memories about his past thanks to North who gave me a book about the Golden Age. What amazes me the most is that Pitch still has his golden army uniform inside of a glass case with black and silver marble stone at the bottom stating his real name, year and what he did. It also has a picture of his family engraved on the left side of the stone.

Every night I always stop to read the stone and gaze my tired eyes on the golden armor. Pitch always catches me staring at it for long periods of time. "Still looking at the shiny piece of history?" I was startled by his echoed voice. He was leaning on a black rock, smirking a bit at what I might be thinking. I turned around to answer him with my hands behind my back. "Yes my king. It's very…" He cut me off as he took a step away from the rock slowly.

"Beautiful."

"Shiny."

"Shiny?"

"Yes my king. Shiny as appose to like the sun. Um…" Shit! I forgot what else I was going to say.

"The sun?"

"Yes. The sun. Is what I was…"

"About to say?"

"Yes." I mumbled. My breathing changed and my heart was beating rapidly as we stood face to face. My eyes were wandering all over the place; until Pitch placed his cold hand on my face. He leaned in a little trying to catch my eye contact. "May I?" He asked. I nodded. I was still staring at his black cloak. With my face in between his hands, I finally looked up at him trying to remain calm. He decided to tilt my head back a little and began kissing my neck. His lips tickled a little under my chin and around my collar bone. He chuckled. "You are so panicky. You can breathe now." With one breathe, I felt relieved and more comfortable with him. My long curls were falling back behind me as he was still pecking my neck, I felt him pick me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around his waist. My back finally hit the glass case. At least it was heavy enough not to tip over. Pitch undressed himself from the bottom as I tried to hold on and undress myself from the bottom as well. "Ah." I yelped as my body starting slipping beneath him. "Hang on. Put both arms around my neck and squeeze my cloak." He said. I did what I was told and everything ran smoothly. Pitch wrapped his arms around my upper and lower back. I can feel him thrusting in me. "Shit!" I whispered. I saw a nightmare man staring from above on the second floor of the cave. Pitch kept going and I moaned for him to stop. "Pitch…Pitch?" I felt his hand moved from my lower back and traced towards under my dress and up my thigh. "Pitch? Shit! Pitch!?" I finally yelled. He stopped to look at me while my eyes were gazing upon a man in a black pirate uniform.

"Look up!" The man shouted. Pitch slowly put me down and fixed his tights. He gazed up at me with his yellow eyes.

"I wish he waited longer." Pitch winked at me. I smirked at him. "What is it Phillip?" Pitch asked. I looked down to see if my dress was straight but Pitch's one hand was behind his back signaling me to go to the right and out from this part of the lair.

"A rock of some sort fell." As I walked slowly away from Pitch and out from this side. I kept looking back to see what was going on.

"You are bothering my time just to for some fucking rock!?" His voice was filled with anger and hate.

"Yes my lord."

"Then fix it. And then tell me what it looks like now." Pitch signaled the man to leave. As he left Pitch turned slightly towards me. Even though I haven't made it out the room yet.

"A fucking rock. Can you believe this?" As his face turned angry I chuckled a little.

"Well I don't know about that my love. It looks to me like he wants to tell on someone every time we are doing something private or just working alone."

"No. No. NO! It's not that."

"Aww you miss fighting with the guardians?" With anger Pitch glided fast across the room towards me. He pierced his fierce eyes at me with his right hand pulling my hair.

"You know I do not enjoy any talks like that from them and from you. Understand very well my queen. You and I are going to have slight issues of our own. So don't think you can just talk about anything like that to me. Got it!" I could not even open my mouth and speak. The harsh voice and fierce eyes as well as the pulling of the hair reminded me of my abusive parents. His grip around my hair got tighter and tighter to the point I held his arm, scratching and tugging on it. "Please." I whispered. Then Pitch's face grew more at ease. He then started to let me go. As I was released I ran away from him with one hand covering my watery eyes. Pitch just stood there with his hands still in place. His breathing got faster as he started to panic. "What have I done?" He asked himself. He looked down at his hands shaking before looking back up at the empty space.