Das Schlafende Nightmare
Jamie_AizenKia500
Summary:
Pitch Black is tired. So tired of everything. So he decides to drinks Cupid's famous Sleeping Beauty Draught, which puts one into a deep sleep. Unfortunately, the world is thrown into chaos and the Nightmare King is needed. Someone who loves the unlovable shade must give Pitch Black a True Love's Kiss. And it does not help that the darker forces want Pitch Black to sleep forever….
Pairing: Male OC/Pitch Black
Beta: Sumi Sprite
Notes:
Hello my name is Jamie Aizen and I am bringing my first ROTG fanfic to you. I'll be honest, its been a long time since I wrote fanfics and they were Yugioh and Bleach. Hopefully I can continue and improve.
Background Info for this Fic:
• Mother Nature is not Pitch's daughter.
• Pitch was created by Manny
• This is all movie verse!
• Pitch was one of the first spirits to be created, before Sandman
• It was Manny, then Mother Nature, Father Time, Death, then Pitch.
• Manny and the Guardians are in charge of guarding children while Mother Nature and Father Time dictate the other Spirits and Life.
• There was another group that was on Earth before the humans and Spirits. We'll get to that later. This is a heavy OC fic, so if you do not like, please do not read and then flame/bash me. I will ignore you and let you steam in your words. However I do take constructive criticism and ideas to help improve my writing/fic.
The pairing is already set, so please don't ask me to make this a Blackice or Blacksand story. Later on in the year I will do fic with those pairing hopefully.
Thank you and Enjoy.
Das Schlafende Nightmare
The Sleeping Nightmare
Chapter 1: Prologue
This is my goodbye
But please don't say a word.
I don't exist, I can't be heard.
Each day is a new failure
Every trial is permissive
Every step I gain I only fall back faster
This is my goodbye
But please don't try to stop me
There is nothing left
There is nothing left
-Killswitch Engage
This Is Goodbye
"All is calm in this eternal sleep, here grief forgets to groan and love to weep."
Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
Today was a wonderful day for Pitch Black.
Today was the day he will finally die.
Well… not die per se. As a spirit, it is very hard to eliminate an eternal entity, and even much more so the essence of fear. Many supposed they could though different means; exorcisms, cleansing, or a special weapon designed for spiritual warfare could destroy those of the spirit realm. This is, in actuality, not true. Spirits are almost eternal. The only thing that can kill them is their creator.
And Pitch Black knew that the Man in the Moon would never give him the death that he longed for. After a millennium of not hearing from him, of never receiving one word, one praise, the Nightmare King has had enough.
Enough of everything…
Enough of the failures.
Enough of the loneliness and isolation.
Enough of not being needed.
Enough of not being wanted, of being hated for something he was created to do.
After all this time, Pitch Black has finally come to admit that he was a mistake. An error, a blunder forced upon the world that could not see or fear him.
And Pitch is tired…
Tired…
Tired of not finding someone who could hold him without disgust.
Who can give words of worship and encouragement, not hatred.
Who can see him and tell him that he is needed and wanted.
Who can love him for him…
Everyone knew that Eros was in charge of love and passion. His job was to help and encourage mortals (and sometimes Spirits) to find their mates. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Sometimes he led them to their soul mates or to a match made in hell. That's how Eros (or Cupid as they call him nowadays) operates.
But what they didn't know was that Eros had something that rivaled all his matchmaking prowess.
The Draught of Sleeping Beauty.
Eros has only use this remedy 4 times since his creation. He has limited sight on future couples, so this draught was created for those who had the ill misfortune of not being born far off from their soul mate's time. The potion is said to delay death of the one who drinks the draught, only to be put them in an eternal sleep. Only the sleeper's true love's kiss can break the spell. Until then, the sleeper is put into a deep sleep full of sweet dreams. No Nightmares and not even Death himself can disrupt the spell. A thousand years of peaceful slumber…
So to reiterate… Today was a wonderful day for Pitch Black.
It had been 10 years, 3 months, and 13 days since the infamous Easter takeover.
Pitch Black sat before his tall ebony vanity hutch, preparing for his big day. His reflection showed a much paler version of himself. He prided himself on always having a healthy silver sheen of skin with thick black hair and eclipsed golden eyes.
But now…
He looked up into the mirror and sighed. His lovely skin was pale (a far cry from Frost's natural pigmentation, but still…) and his orbs were a sickly shade of yellow. Dark circles made them seem sunken as his lack of sleep was made obvious on his face.
For the first time in years, he will get the rest he deserved.
When the Nightmares dragged him into his lair, they began feeding on their former master. Pitch created them with the exact behavioral habits of wild horses. There was one chief, one taskmaster, and he was it. He was pack leader and he controlled where the Nightmares went and who to attack. The alpha male…
Until his defeat upset the balance…
Quickly, they turned on him.
At that time his fear of abandonment was the only food source, but slowly they begin to draw out his other fears. It didn't help that Guardians, along with Manny, had sealed all the bigger entrances to his lair, including the main one in Burgess. The Nightmares were stuck there with him, only eating and sleeping during the years that they were trapped. These routine feedings had ruined and decimated what little sanity was left in the former Nightmare King. He couldn't sleep for fear of his mutated Nightmares, nor was he strong enough to fight them off. They twisted his memories, making monsters out of every person he knew – from the Guardians, to the neutral Mother Nature herself. Pitch could rarely tell from what was real from his horrid fantasy. He rarely had any peace, let alone a moment of brief sanity.
Which led him to a rather desperate solution.
As one of the oldest spirits on Earth, Pitch had heard of the famous Sleeping Beauty Draught long ago. A drink that can give a thousand years of sleep. Many times, when things seemed to get particularly bad, he toyed with the idea of drinking the draught just to get some rest. But the Nightmare King always talked himself out of it. He felt that he didn't have it of that bad, it couldn't possibly get any worse, right?
Well, it did get worse.
It took time and planning, but finally when the Nightmares had finished feeding from him and went to take a power nap, Pitch gathered what was left of his energy and sunk into the shadows, reappearing in a familiar place.
Cupid's palace…
He had been here a few times to talk to Cupid. They weren't exactly friends, but sometimes business associates. When it came to love, fear also played a large part in the matters of the heart; especially for those who feared unrequited love. Sometimes Cupid would ask Pitch to spread a little bit of fear to help the two (or in certain cases, more) people to admit their affections.
Pitch knew the palace inside and out, so he knew exactly where Cupid kept the special draught. It was always in the large, vault-like room next to Cupid's office. The floor had a variety of pillows in different shades of red, the potion itself stood upon a pedestal in the back of the room. It was a massive, clear vase filled with red liquid, and inside were gelled hearts floated up and down like bubbles in a lava lamp.
Pitch was lucky that everyone was too busy to notice a shadow scaling across the walls and floors. He managed to reach the room and take the draught before he could pass out from exhaustion. It had become harder and harder to control his shadows, and the only reason he could travel via his shadows on this occasion was because he had been saving little bits of energy and Nightmare sand. Pitch quickly returned back to his lair, with no one the wiser.
Which had led him to here.
Pitch was dressed in his favorite outfit; a black long robe a crimson lining inside and billowing gold lined sleeves. Gauntlet sleeves made a lighter material crept up his forearms and up the backs of his hands, ending in elegant points. It had a high collar that was lined with gold, matching gold plated shoulder guards. He was also wearing his gold plated torque necklace and a matching golden belt around his waist. This outfit of his was special. It was the outfit he was wearing when he was 'born'. The golden belt and collar came later though, for they were gifts…
Gifts from a friend…
A friend who could have been more…
A friend who use to looked at him without hate or fear…
A friend who no longer needed him…
Who had not seen him in almost a thousand years…
Pitch shook his head, "No, there is no time for that. I'm so close..." The Nightmares would soon awaken and he wanted – no, needed to be in a deep slumber before then. He quickly pulled out an envelope, with the words 'To Whom it May Concern' scrawled on it from his bedside drawer and placed it on top of the dresser. He had written a lengthy letter explaining his actions and why he had done so. It was the least Pitch could do for Cupid; he had a feeling the cherub would be cross with him for stealing his draught.
The Nightmare King then reached for the massive draught and began walking toward his queen size bed. It had two black pillows with a burgundy comforter, soft and hardly ever used due to his inability to sleep anymore. Pitch quickly began making himself comfortable on his bed before pulling the stopper from the top.
A smell wafted through the air, sending Pitch into distant memories of ocean waves, a smooth voice and pale hands. He quickly snapped himself out of his wistful daydream. Pitch took a deep breath and took the first sip.
It hit his stomach hard. It was like a rock had dropped straight in his stomach, causing his breath to come out in hard huffs through his nose.
Pitch almost stopped to gasp for air, but pushed himself forward until the bottle was empty. He dropped the vase on his nightstand as his body began to fall under the effects of the sleeping draught. His legs trembled for a moment before he lost all feeling in them. The same went for his arms and areas of his torso. The only thing that seemed to be still be relatively alive or with feeling was his lungs and the steady beat of his heart. Pitch slowly slid his head onto his pillow, struggling to keep his eyes open.
He heard a loud neigh that echoed about the caverns. The Nightmares were awakening. They would soon start looking for him to sate their disturbing appetite.
'Too late, you monsters…'
And Pitch Black finally closed his eyes for the final time as he listened to the telltale sound of hooves marching towards him…
Notes: I welcome constructive criticism but no bashing and no flaming. If you do not like something, please give me a reason why.
This fic will also be placed on . Notes:
*The day that Pitch Black took the potion was International Sleep Day (March 13).
*Pitch Black's Outfit: art/Pitch-Black-340666310