*Note: I do NOT own Rise Of The Guardians.. No matter how much I beg the author… XL

Pitch's POV

"Freaking humans." Pitch muttered to himself in his lair.

His lair that was now his prison because of the Guardians… Nope, not going there. Not unless I want to destroy ANOTHER of my dinning room tables and have to figure out how to piece it back together AGAIN. That little rampage had left the decorative twelve-foot table and grandiose chairs that accompanied it unrecognizable to anyone AFTER he had spent a week cleaning it all up into piles of what they were. Not to mention, he even had gotten the souvenir he never wanted. His hair messed up; stretching one way and the other, sometimes criss crossing about, others drifting waywardly in the slight breeze in his lair, while others still just dangling in his face-he swatted one of the swaying strands… Definitely not. Back to humans… The very humans that were currently playing above his very cozy hole in the ground. Surely causing havoc as they played in the winter snow. Pitch sighed to himself. It was the middle of the day up where the sun could reach and he had no intentions of being blinded by the stupid light it caused. Yes, much nicer if he just stayed here and read a book… or something other than brooding in his self-pity party. He would get back at the Guardians, maybe some of Edgar Allen Poe's books would help with inspiration for the next plot…

Jack's POV

"Oaf!" Jamie had just dodged one of Cupcake's giant snowballs and instead of hitting Jamie, it had hit one of the twins.

I laughed at the sight as the twin tipped sideways and into his other twin, like a domino affect, but made sure they landed on soft snow. As I flew closer to the children I saw Jamie was the last one standing, well, him and Cupcake in the snowball fight we created. As I came near, I made them each more snowballs and created forts for everyone to hide behind.

"New rules for the last round guys! Everyone who had gotten out earlier gets to come back and try to get the last ones standing! And the last one standing wins! The loser has to let the others make them into a snowman!"

The resounding chorus of "Yeah!" "Waho!" "Alright!" and "Finally!" seemed to only add to their exicitement. I smiled and let the games begin. Adding a bit more snowballs here and there to their forts. In the end though, it was Cupcake who lost- Jamie was good at stealth, but Cupcake was pretty good with just plain out running Jamie in speed. And with a wave Cupcake was magically buried in snow with her head popping out and she stuck out her hands and legs and actually began to chase the other kids around.

"Jack! Jack! The snow monster is coming!" One of the kids said. I smiled sweetly at her, "Go run along-I got this covered snowflake." I winked.

I turned the ground that Cupcake was on into ice so she slid right up to me and I whispered in her ear the plan. Then she nodded in agreement, and I took off in the other direction.

"Cupcake? Where did Jack go?" Jamie asked worried.

"Over there." I heard Cupcake answer as I stole a glance behind them to see Cupcake give the signal. Perfect timing. I smirked as I looked at the kids from behind my hiding place.

Cupcake lead them into the bushes by the forest and when they stepped into the clearing-giggles miles wide could be heard.

For right in front of them, there was a bunch of North's elves in snowman form that I had actually helped make recognizable upon an afterthought and the snow elves were all making ridiculous faces or in the middle of some strange act like licking an ice wall with another on top and there it was eating a snow cookie. Some of the other snow elves were even having their own snowball fight and I even had put some up in the trees waving down or reaching for a snow fruit with their tongue. After an hour or two more of letting the kids play, it started to get dark, so they each went on their way home separately.

I sighed. They always had to leave in the end, didn't they? No one really stays, but at least I got to see them for a little while right? That hopeful side asked in my head, I nodded to that thought and decided to look for a comfortable tree to sleep in for the night…

Pitch's POV

The Nightmare King sighed dejectedly at the book he was currently reading. And his eyes attempted to close in on the last line on the page but before he could finish the sentence, the last of his only nightmares that was alive had nudged his elbow for the umpteenth time and he had had enough. He had already growled at it once, shoo-ed it away, thrown the book he was reading at it, and yelled at it all within the ten minutes. He had tried to keep his patience, and oh, the Man In The Moon knew. So he had finally gotten up and kicked the mare. However, this only appeared to give the nightmare courage in the fact that it's master was finally paying attention to it. And it flew up to the place where the entrance to his lair used to be before the Guardians had beaten him. Only as he looked closer, he noticed there were cracks in the usually unmarred soil that trapped him here… He wondered.. He gave the nightmare a dignant, 'well, what are you waiting for? Go and see if you can get through yourself.' Though his eyes told that he yearned for nothing more than this possibility of freedom, his demeanor let the horse believe otherwise. It did as he had commanded, and was rewarded with a loud crack, a good amount of dirt and rocks hitting it point blank on the nose, and it sneezed. The refreshing sound of air and the chill of the winter wind entered the lair. "That's it my beauty, we are free, and we can now feast on the delicious fear that those children deserve for disturbing the peace in our cavern." Pitch cooed his nightmare. "Come, we will first feast and then we simply must pay a certain frost spirit a visit."

Hours after wondrous nightmares and nervous, frightened children in their beds, Pitch and his nightmare had roamed into the forest by the lake that they knew Jack had called home. And they simply had to only drift a few shadows off until they found him. It was pathetically easy actually. Jack had his staff slipping from his hands in his sleep, one leg bent, foot reaching the tree, and the other dangling off. The arm that was not in possession of the slipping staff was over his stomach, and his head was propped up against the tree's base. With Jack's hair glinting in the moonlight, a soft, and radiant glow coming from his skin, lax petal lips, and eye lids that hid away the blue irises, all accompanied by a calm face, Pitch almost could not resist taking Jack right then and there. Hiding him away from the world, and making him beg for forgiveness for what he did to Pitch. Beg for release only by the hands of him. Pitch. And it was then that Pitch realized, who was there to stop him in this moment? No one but him, his nightmare, and his shadows were here, he would have sensed anyone like the Sandman or that irritable 'Easter Kangaroo' if they came near, so why not? Why not just take the boy and bend him to his will? Teach the boy a lesson about what happens when he messes with Pitch Black?

And that is exactly what he did…

I decided to just combine the two chapters I originally had to make one 'little bit longer chapter' cause I could not take the EXTREME SHORTNESS WHICH I AM EXTREMELY SORRY FOR. I'm actually not sure if I will continue this story or not, but I might if I get a few reviews and some good followers…? *Looks around at empty stadium hopefully and then sighs in defeat* Okay so yeah, but tell me what you guys think! Thanks SO MUCH for the review Treehugeer! And thanks for the review skittlesbaby101! XD I feel loved!