Jack blinked in shock, as he watched a mirror image of himself walk towards him with a smirk on his lips. The other Jack had jet black hair and his clothes were dark and to Jack it made his skin stand out. Fear as playing a part in Jack mind seeing his mirror image of himself a darker version of himself. He wanted to flee to run away from whatever this was but he was frozen to the spot as the other Jack walked over to him "This a sight. I never thought I would be you." Other Jack said with a smile showing a hit of fangs as he stood right in front of him.

The dark haired Jack reached out and touched the white haired spirit's face and grinned as he felt Jack shiver under his hand "Oh dear where are my manners, I am Jackson Frost." He purred as he ran his fingers up and down Jack's face as he watched the bright blue eyes widen in fear

"W…What are you?" Jack whispered as he felt this strange pull of his body moving toward this dark spirit

"Me? Haven't you figured it out my dear sweet Jack? Remember the lake when you feel in and you drew your last warm breath as your lungs filled with ice?" He hissed as he leaned in and whispered into Jack's ear as he felt the white haired spirit nod "Well the man on the moon took the darkness from your soul and cast it aside to give you the innocent view of your new life. But that darkness that was throw away like a rot grew in the light of the moon with only the fearlings to keep you warm." He purred as he bite into Jack's skin.

The spirit of fun cried out as he felt the sharp tips of the fangs puncher his skin and sink into skin. Jackson held Jack close to him as he pushed him against a tree. After moment Jackson pulled back leaving a trail of saliva and blood. He licked his lips before he looked back at Jack who held a spaced looked on his face as he looked into the bright amethyst eyes. "Now you are marked for all to see a never fading mark of how you are owned by your own shadow." Jackson chuckled as he leaned in and kissed him.

Jackson pulled back and looked at the white haired spirit and smiled, he remembered seeing Jack for the first time playing on his pond freezing it as he spun though the air. For 300 years he was alone like Jack with only the Fearlings to comfort him he never met anyone else not even the Fearlings beloved master Pitch. But the moment he saw Jack he knew he wanted him even need him. "Beautiful Jack please tell me you were not meant for me?" He whispered smearing the blood on Jack's lips

"What do you want?" He asked

"I thought I made myself clear I want you."