Forever In Black

Pitch/OC love story

I'm surrounded by the Dark, only Dark. And Crows, calling in their charred voices, surrounding me in a circle of noise and wings. My blue eyes looked up into the cyclone of sharp beaks and beady eyes, and my voice shrieks its way out of my already painful throat as they froze in the air, turned, and flew at me, beaks open as they clawed and pecked. Pain is what I felt, that and the sense of yellow eyes looming over me, laughing at my screams and distress. The last thing I felt was a crow go at the only good spot left on me, my eyes.

I shot up in bed, gasping and pulling the sheets against me in terror, scanning my room so as to see if there were any crows lining my shelves. I froze as I saw two yellow eyes, identical to those in my nightmare, gazing at me before sinking into a dark nonexistence. I turned to my lamp and switched it on, turning back to the spot, searching in vain, before turning to my alarm clock, running a hand through my hair in frustration when I saw that it was only 1 am.

"Goodness, I'll never fall back to sleep now!" Kicking off the sheets, I regained full consciousness, smiling and yet frowning as the cold air hit my body, currently in tank top and shorts. "Well, when Life hands You Lemons…" I trailed off, quoting my mom, who always said that if life went the wrong way. If I had been there, I'm sure she would have told me that as she died.

And so I walked down the mini-flight of stairs to my kitchen and poured some rice crispies into a bowl, humming their commercial tune. Before I knew it, the bowl was empty, and the Moon was shining beside my window. Being me, I looked up at in fondly, waving and saying a little hello, knowing full well that it can't see me. If there were anything to do, I thought as I browsed my bookshelf for a good read when a seemingly old Spine caught my finger. When I realized which book it was, I smiled, bringing it out. The Guardians Of Childhood.

Memories raced back to me, making me smile brighter as I remembered the christmas that "Santa" Brought these for me. I was 4 years old, and my parents had given each other the most bewildered looks, each saying that they didn't buy them for me. At the time I thought nothing of it, but now, even though Im 16, I still believe in Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Toothfairy, Sandman, Jack Frost, and even the Boogeyman.

"It seems like I was on the receiving end of the Bogeyman today," I sighed as I flipped throughout the stories, various collections.

"So it does seem, dear." A voice spoke silently, as If it were right beside my ear. I went rigid as a chuckle made my neck tingle, causing me to breath faster. Dark fingers encroached on my vision as they went around my hair, pulling it behind my back. I let out a shaky breath.

"Pitch." So simple. I had never actually seen him, nor any of the other Guardians before, yet I was absolutely terrified.

"I love hearing my voice in fear, Dearest Gabriella." He murmured, allowing me to feel his breath on my shoulder, causing me to freak out even more. He chuckled some more, adding to my general stress level.

"Why are you here? What do you want from me?" By now i was shaking, Slowly tilting my head away from him, yet He kept it in an iron grip, not allowing me to get away.

"Now, now dear, I know you aren't that dull. Why do you think I have been plaguing you with my nightmares for so long?" He said sweetly, sickeningly so.

"I was hoping you would tell me that."

More laughter escaped his lips, delighted laughter. "My Gabriella!" I frowned, hearing him refer to me as his. "You intrigue me! Young, beautiful 16 year old girl, living alone, and yet still believing in the Guardians, though they have done nothing for you." He spun me around, causing me to face him. I gasped slightly at his appearance, looking away from his penetrating eyes. "You who stand before me, still speaking and remaining, if only by a little, in control of your actions where most people would be paralyzed or quaking in fear. I have plans for you, my Dear one, Oh what fun plans." He smiled sadistically, scaring me into fits.

I backed up a bit, only to hit the stone counter behind me, falling over and having the Nightmare King follow me down, surrounding me in a shroud of dark sand. I thrashed about, choking as the sand gagged me so that I couldn't speak. I couldn't see, but felt the freezing air hit me as he carried me bridal style out of my house. I cried out in anguish, tried kicking him, rolling in his grasp, but he remained as strong as steel, not letting me budge one bit. I stopped moving as Pitch slowed down and another voice rang through the air.

"Let her go, Pitch."

"It's good to see you too, but if you don't mind my asking, where is the fun in that?" He was thoroughly amused, for he let out silent little laughed, tightening his already stranglingly tight grip.

"She is innocent, what has attracted your attention to her so much?" It was almost like the person was pleading.

"She is different, Jack. Not that you would understand, Mr. Boy-Hero." I gasped as I heard his name, but soon regretted it as I choked on some of the sand, and heard Pitch sigh in exasperation as I attempted to cough. He shifted me over his shoulder in a very uncomfortable position as he Bade Jack Frost a goodbye. The last thing I can remember was the yell of indignation from the winter-spirit, and a biting cold at the back of my head as Pitch turned around, walking away from the 300 or so year old youth.

"Welcome to your new home, So to speak." He gently placed me on my feet, taking away the shadow restraints. It took my eyes a second to readjust to the darkness, and as I looked around me, I felt like crying, but no, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. We were in a large dark corridor with doors all along the walls, black polished stone on the floors, and darker black pillars along the hall. I turned back to Pitch, looking his desperately in the eyes, searching for some other meaning, immediately gripping the back of my head in pain as I felt pieces of Ice on the back of my skull. There was amusement in Pitch's eyes, mixed with something that confused me more than anything. Concern was set deep in his eyes. He reached to my head, and I pulled back, only to have him grip my wrist, pulling me back to him. He continued to reach around my head, pressing his hand against the back of my head. I wrenched away again, expecting him to hurt me, and saw sadness in his eyes, but to my surprise, the pain faded, and all that was left was a gentle warmth. I looked back at him in Disbelief.

"Thank you…" I whispered, and he smiled gently. He gestured to me to follow him, and he began to walk away. Looking around bouncing on my toes, I debated wether to run or not.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Pitch tossed over his shoulder. I glanced around to see shadows descending from the ceiling, eyes glowing as they saw me. With an EEP, I began to jog after him, gripping his arm tightly so that I don't fall behind. I felt a chuckle reverberate through his self and felt disgusted with myself for being so afraid.

PITCH'S P.O.V.

I laughed to myself as Gabriella gripped my arm in fear. I still don't understand my feeling's one hundred percent. I frown lightly in confusion. Is it love I feel? I don't believe that it can be. I haven't loved since my daughter… Since she…

I shook my head, causing the dear girl to jerk her head up, looking at me confused, yet still fearful. "What's wrong?" She asked timidly, blushing as I looked into her eyes, causing her to look away. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, but smiled as I found the door I was looking for.

"Nothing, sweet Gabriella, nothing at all. Now if you would kindly release my arm for a moment," I said, shaking my arm lightly, motioning that I wanted her to let go. She did and wrapped her arms around herself, looking around and tensing as she realized that some of my Nightmares had followed us in curiosity of our new tenant.

I pulled a shadow key out of the air and went to unlock the door, smirking greatly as I saw her shy away as I opened the door to an even more echoing darkness. "Come," said I in a demanding voice, trying to keep up my tough guy act. My eyebrow raised as I saw her step back and cross her arms defiantly.

"You can't tell me what to do," She stated, turning her head up.

"And why not? It seems to me that you are not the one to be making requests here, dearest," Sarcasm was dripping off my tone, and I can't fathom how she missed it. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glared, keeping her composure.

"You kidnapped me. Why would I listen to or trust anything you said after that?! I still don't understand why you even did that. What am I to you?"

She looked miffed, standing with a confident air. I sighed, but grinned as an idea came to me.

"Fine, I can't make you come, so thus you invoked this." I waved my hand and a Nightmare flew down, scooping up the surprised girl and running her into the room, dropping her to the floor and running back to whence it came. "That's better!"

I said with an air of excitement, closing the door and turning up the lights in here so that she may see.

"This is your room now. Everything in here belongs to you while you stay. I have even went through the courtesy of bringing some of your things. Aren't i Kind, my Gabriella?"

"Stop Calling Me That! I'm not yours! I'm not anyone's, So QUIT IT!" She shouted in rage, causing me to lose my own temper.

"You are mine! You are in MY kingdom, and you aren't getting out, so you'd better get used to being mine!"

"WHY? Why am I so freaking important?!" She yelled, coming up to me.

I shoved her against the wall. "You will do well to hold your tongue, MY gabriella, and remember who it is you are talking to. I am showing you kindness, and that is unheard of for me."

"Or what?" She challenged. She is unafraid on the surface, but turmoil within, just how I like it. I shall enjoy breaking her. I thought in my enraged mind. After all I've done for her and she treats me like this.

"You will stay here until I come back for you."

"Whenever that is," She grumbled to herself. I growled at her and closed the door, locking it and leaving in silence, returning to my throne, and picking up my shadow glass, spying at my dear prisoner in her own room.

A/N: Sorry if the beginning was a bit slow! Remember, this was my first! Next chapter coming out soon! Why does Pitch want this Dear Gabriella? Itt will be revealed next Chapter! Ta ta for now my Lovelies!