Author's Note: This is a one-shot but if enough people like it, or if I just feel like it, I'll continue the story. Hope you enjoy and please R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own RoTG.

Prologue

The room was empty except for the one thing it held: a covered mirror. The mirror was about six feet tall and three feet wide. It leant against the stone wall opposite to a ceiling tall window that now showed the sun was setting. As the last light disappeared, the thick, wood door opened slowly.

A tall man with spiky black hair and crude yellow eyes stepped through the doorway. He placed the lantern he held in the middle of the room and walked to the mirror. With pale, long fingers he stroked the dark cloth that covered it before ripping it off.

Sitting on the floor in the reflection was a woman wearing bloodstained clothes. Her matted black hair covered her face even as she rose. She reached out to the mirror's surface with tan fingers and hesitated before touching it. But temptation was too powerful and she placed her palm on the surface. The mirror rippled as her hand slowly went through it to the other side. Soon, the rest of her body followed.

The man, who was watching all this, stepped closer to the women and shook her hand. "Hello Mary, been a while."

"Hello Pitch. It has, hasn't it?" The women replies, her voice gravelly from lack of use. "Why did you let me out?"

Pitch clasps his hand together. "I have a proposition for you. It has something to do with revenge on the people that locked you in that mirror."

"The Guardians?" He nods. Mary waves her hand. "Don't say no more, I've heard enough."

She pulls her hair back, revealing a horridly scarred and burnt face. Anyone else who saw it would scream until they were hoarse, but not Pitch. When he saw it, his smile widened. Once again, he shakes her hand. "I guess we have a deal then."

The town is quite as the sun made its way into the sky. The leaves on the trees had already turned red and yellow and where starting to fall. In preparation of Halloween, most houses were lined with jack-o'-lanterns and other themed decorations. On the roof of one of these houses sat a pale girl.

This girl looked to be around seventeen. Her hair was a mix of brown, red, and blond highlights, making it appear a light orange. It was in a messy braid that was slung over her right shoulder. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of vibrant shade of purple that held a lot of mischievousness in them. They were highlighted with the black makeup she wore. On her slender neck was a silver chain that held several charms; a skeleton, a black cat, a ghost, a bat, a spider and its web, the full moon, and a jack-o'-lantern.

She was wearing a fitting, long-sleeved black t-shirt that was tucked under a pair of blue skinny jeans. The knee-high combat boots she wore were laced with bright orange laces. Her black belt had a silver spider buckle and hanging from her hip was a black whip. On her thin wrists were thin purple and orange bangles. Her nails were painted black and on her left ring finger was a silver band with a black bat gemstone. Hanging from her ears where a pair of spider earrings. Most curious of all about her appearance was her black cat ears and tail, that at the moment were hidden by an over-sized black and orange sweat jacket.

The girl watches the sunrise, appearing oblivious to the shadows gathering besides her. Soon enough, a man with black hair and yellow eyes steps out of them. She turns her head slightly to him but keeps her eyes on the horizon.

"'Ello, Pitch." She greets him, her voice tinged with an Irish accent.

"Hello, Cori. How are thing doing?" Pitch asks her politely, not really caring at all.

Cori stands up and turns to him. "Fine, what do ya want?" She asks, crossing her arms.

He smiles, showing his gray, crooked teeth. "I have an offer for you."

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. "What kinda offer?"

"I want you to help me defeat the Guardians. If you help me, I'll make sure you will be believed in and everyone will see you." Pitch asks, stepping closer to the mischievous spirit.

Cori shakes her head. "I'm not helpin' ya. You'll only make the kids see me as something to fear. I don't want that."

"Well if you're not going to join me willingly, I have to use other methods to persuade you." He tells her. He snaps his fingers and the shadows start to advance on the spirit. She turns to run but the shadows had already engulfed her. Pitch laughs and steps into the shadows himself.

As the town wakes up, no one realizes the Nightmare King kidnapped the Spirit of Halloween.