Hey it's me! Thanks to all that favorited and followed my story I really appreciate it! Here's chapter two… enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from ROTG only my oc Kristen.

Kristen let out a moan.

Her body ached as she tried to move, but something was restraining her.

She cracked her eyes open to find out that she could barely see anything anyways.

Kristen tried to feel around in the dark, hoping to figure out what was stopping her from moving.

She let her fingers skim over a kind of silky material and that's when she realized, she was in a bed. A light sheet was draped over her but she managed to tangle herself up in the blanket.

Kristen finally managed to kick the blankets away from her body and sit up on the bed.

She blindly searched around for the edge of the bed, deciding that it was quite large and when she did find the edge she lightly put one foot down on the ground, then the other. Her hand was still on the back of the bed as she walked to the end of it. Finally she left her anchor and stumbled forward, hoping to find the wall before she could lose herself in the room.

Her fingers skimmed a hard surface and then she placed her palm flat down on the wall, hoping to find her way out of the dark room. She walked along the wall until her fingers felt a door handle. She quickly wrapped her hand around the handle and tugged the door open.

Kristen stepped out of the pitch black room and into a dimly lit hallway.

She looked around, wondering where she was and how she got there. Kristen remembered what had happened to her, with the voice and the hole then her blacking out, but she wasn't scared.

She decided to try her luck and took a left down the hall to try and find out who it was that brought her here. Kristen soon came to an opening that led to a marvelous room.

It was huge and she assumed it was to be the center of this place. There was a giant globe in the center of the room, that had millions of bright lights on it. Above the globe were cages, but for what she couldn't fathom. There also seemed to be a throne of sorts at the back wall, cloaked in shadows.

Kristen looked around in awe. This room could be a throne room, if it weren't for the darkness that surrounded it. She walked over to a set of stairs made of rocks and started climbing them, wondering if that would be her way out. She came to a walkway and followed it out of the throne room and into more darkness. Kristen could barely see as she ventured along, not daring to stop, for if she did she knew that she would have less a chance of escaping.

Then she came to another clearing of sorts, it was lighter here too. Kristen looked around, and quickly figured out that she was in a library.

She walked farther into the room and then let her eyes look over some of the books that were on the hundreds of shelves.

She turned once more to now looking at a fireplace in the back of the room. She went over and sat down on the floor, watching the shadows that the fire produced.

Kristen yawned, holding her hand up to her mouth to hide her large yawn. Then just barely out of the corner of her eye she was something moving.

She jerked her head towards it. Then again, out of the corner of her eye a movement came. She turned towards it again and this time found herself facing another corridor.

Kristen's curiosity got the better of her and she decided to follow whatever it was.

The corridor was dimly lit so she could see where she was going. Kristen came to two doors. She stopped, wondering which door to take when suddenly the door on the right slowly opened.

She stared wide eyed at the door, before taking slow, cautious steps towards it.

Kristen peered her head inside the room.

It was a very large dining room. The lighting was dim, like the rest of the place and the ceilings were high. In the center of the room sat a large table with enough room to fit fifty people.

She took a few small steps into the room, right over to the table.

A draft seemed to enter the room and Kristen shivered slightly due to the sudden chill that came with it. Then out of no where, the door slammed shut.

Kristen jumped around, feeling her heart race for a moment, then slow to its' normal beat. "Well hello my dear." A chilling voice reached Kristen's ears, echoing off the high ceilings and stone walls.

She took a step forwards. "Who are you?" Kristen questioned, looking around the room as she turned, so to search for another person.

There was a pause before; "I am called The Nightmare King, but you may know me as the boogieman or possibly even my given name: Pitch Black." He announced, still not showing himself to Kristen as her eyes searched for the mysterious man.

Pitch.

She knew who he was.

"Are you really?" She asked curiously, not feeling an ounce of fear.

"Yes of course." He said calmly.

She paused for a minute before asking: "Can I see you?"

There was silence.

Then from the shadows in front of her a tall, looming figure appeared. Kristen sucked in a breath to realize that this was the man from her dreams. The man who she was dancing with was Pitch. The king of nightmares. She was having pleasant dreams about the king of nightmares? No! That wasn't right!

"Bu-but you, you can't possibly be him!" She cried out, finding this to be unreal. "You can't be him because you were in one of my dreams!"

He chuckled. "Yes I was, but who do you think made that dream dearest?" He asked almost icily.

Her eyes widened slightly. "I thought you could only make nightmares? Honestly that was a good dream I had." She confessed looking down so he wouldn't see the slight blush that ran over her cheeks.

He smirked at that. "I do possess the ability to create a pleasant dream every once in a while, but that is a rarity." She looked back up at him. "So why am I here?" She finally asked, feeling anxious to know why he decided to take her.

Pitch took a few steps towards her. "Because you're special." He said letting his eyes roam over her face.

She took on a look of curiosity. "How so?" She questioned, taking a step back to his advancing ones.

"Why don't we talk about this over a meal?" He offered, gesturing towards the large dining room table and the food that she'd managed to miss.

"Okay." She said unsurely.

Pitch stepped in front of her and over to the nearest seat. He pulled it out and looked back to her, expecting her to sit down. She hesitantly walked over to him and sat down in the surprisingly comfortable chair. Almost immediately he took the chair next to her.

When seeing the food in front of her she finally realized how hungry she was. Kristen quickly piled some food from the assortment on her plate. She took a heaping amount of mashed potatoes and poured gravy over them then topped it with some butter-soaked peas. Then she added a piece of turkey to the side of her plate and finally some marinated carrots. She looked down at her plate. This was her favorite meal.

"My my, you are hungry aren't you? Well, I shouldn't be surprised, you've been asleep for nearly three days." Pitch said, observing her over-crowded plate.

Her eyes bugged. "Three days!" She exclaimed.

"Nearly three days." He corrected, pouring himself a glass of red wine. "Would you like a glass?" He offered.

She shook her head no to the wine. "I'm under aged, I can't drink." She told him, but he went on ahead and poured the liquid in her glass anyways.

"This isn't like the food of the underworld right? If I eat it I wont be bound here forever right?" She asked.

He chuckled once more. "No it's not like the food from the underworld." He comforted.

She then turned her attention to her food. Kristen took her fork and dug into her potatoes, then shoved the food into her mouth, very un-lady like.

"So," Kristen said, finally returning her attention to Pitch as he sipped his wine. "Now you can tell me why I'm here." She instructed.

He delicately put down his glass. "You're here because you believe. I've never seen anyone still believe past age 12, but you are 17 years of age, and you still believe. Not just in me, but the guardians as well." He started scowling as he muttered the last part. She looked into his golden eyes. "Okay, but just because I believe doesn't mean you can abduct me!" She cried out, trying to fathom his reasoning.

He momentarily looked away but then stared right back into her brilliant blue eyes. "You're right, that's not why you're here. The true reason is because you're not scared. I've never been able to scare you, not even as a child!" He remarked. Then he leant forward slightly, getting closer to Kristen. "Not even now, facing the king of nightmares you aren't scared one bit. I've never been able to fix your dreams and turn them into nightmares. I've tried, every night, I've tried to take your dreams and turn them, but it doesn't work." He continued.

"When you were younger I tried constantly, when I found out that you weren't having nightmares. When you grew up I noticed that you still had dreams, nice dreams. You caught my attention from such a young age." He told her honestly.

She leant back in her seat, running this through her head. "So you've been planning this since I was little?!" She asked angrily, realizing he said he'd practically been stalking her since she was a child.

"Yes, I have. I've waited to take you until you were older though, even with the risk that you would stop believing, I had to wait." He told her, taking up his wine once more.

She took a deep breath, finding her situation very creepy, not scary, just weird. "So what do you want with me then?"

He smirked. "While watching you all those years, I decided that one day I would have you here. You would be mine and I could make you queen of nightmares. You intrigued me, that's why I took you." He said cooly.

"WHAT?! Queen of Nightmares?! What kind of sick bastard are you? How could you decide that you wanted me with you?! You don't even know me!" She exploded, when she saw his look of seriousness.

"I do know you, I've known you for years." He said knowingly. "I know that your favorite color is green and you hate the color yellow. I know you prefer staying indoors reading a good book instead of being outside. I know as a child you enjoyed going to school while all the others complained about it. I know you love your family with all of your heart and you would do anything for them. I know you." He insisted.

Her eyes widened. "When did I spike your interest exactly?" She asked slowly. He didn't even think about it as he responded. "Since you were six years old." He said.

"… six years old." She repeated in shock. "You sick bastard! I was a child and you decided that you wanted me to be your queen!" She yelled, feeling shocked.

"No, that's not true. You interested me at age six, when you started to grow I began to think of you differently." He told her.

"No, that can't be true! You can't possibly want me as a queen! As your queen! I refuse to believe it! I refuse!" She yelled.

And for the first time in her life Kristen felt fear in her heart. He sensed her fear. "Do not be afraid. You've fought through fear for so long don't start now." He told her, holding out his hand to comfort her.

She jerked away from his hands, trying to get him away from her. But as she jumped away she fell off her seat, leaving Pitch to catch her before she could fall.

He pulled her back up to him, his arms wrapped around her waist, so she couldn't hurt herself farther. Kristen tried pulling away from his hold but he was quick to stop her. "Kristen." He said. She stopped struggling momentarily, realizing that this was the first time in the whole conversation he'd actually addressed her with her real name. "Why don't you rest? I'll show you to your room." He offered, and before she could protest he pulled her along with him.

"I don't need rest." She argued. "I've been asleep for nearly three days." She mocked, trying to resist his strong hold.

He sighed. "You should rest. This is a lot to take in and you're still recovering from before when you were knocked out.

She tried to stop him but then she was overcome with a wave of drowsiness.

Pitch stopped for a minute when her legs gave out from under her and he picked her up once more, his arms under her knees and upper back.

"What are you doing?" She muttered. "Lemme go!" He tisked. "No, you need rest." Then without further words of protest walked into a bedroom, her bedroom that is.

Without giving her time to look around, Pitch set her down on the four poster bed and pulled the covers over her. "Goodnight, my queen." He said gently, kissing her forehead.

She mumbled something incoherently and then her eyes unwillingly drifted shut, leaving her to her dreams. Pitch quietly shut the curtains for the bed, encasing her in the darkness and walked out of the room, preparing for what was to come when she would wake.

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter 2, it's bigger than the first one and for that I'm proud! I hope I didn't make Pitch too ooc, constructive criticism is accepted in reviews… *hint hint* Chapter 3 will be up sometime this week, and it will motivate me if you review….sooo…. Goodnight everyone, it's 3 where I am so I apologize for any mistakes, feel free to correct me. Thanks to all! ~IWSNT221B