My longest chapter yet, huzzah! I apologise for the lack of Pitch in the recent chapters, but don't worry, the closer I get to the climax, the more he pops up. For those whom don't know, I won't be able to write much tomorrow as I have rehearsal from 9am to 5pm, but I'll try and squeeze a chapter out. I'm sorry if the accents are hard to understand. The ł is an accented polish I not a t or an i. Once again, I take no copy right for the picture or anything that comes from the books, or the movie. Constructive criticism and reviews are adored. Thank you for your time, enjoy.

Vhat?

Screams and desperate cries echoed throughout the halls, the smell of burning flesh plagued the guardian's noses. Darkness was everywhere; even the flames didn't light the area. A black and white world glob stood in the middle of wherever the guardians are standing. Only a few hundred fires seemed to be alit around the globe. " Hęłłó, mąy I hęłp yóu? Yóu dóń't łóók łikę yóu bęłóńg hęrę?" The darkness whispered, with an extremely thick polish accent, mischievousness covering the innocence it could have carried with its high pitch.

"Ve don't, ve're looking for Death. Iz he here?" Answered North as he sweated like he'd just been exercising in a desert. His Shashkas clasped tightly in his hands, ready to possibly attack. The guardians all standing in a circle facing the darkness, all holding what they had as weapons. Only North seemed well enough to actually manage a word or image in Sandy's case. Unbeknownst to them, all of them felt different temperatures, the temperatures they hated the most.

"Iź hę hęrę? Whąt dó yóu męan, iź hę hęrę?" The darkness mocked as he chuckled in delight. "Hę, dón't ęxist ąńymórę. Miśtręśś dóęś, I'vę bęęn sęrving hęr sinćę. Ąńd shę ąń't hęrę. Śó bę góńę, yóu'rę wręćking the fłów." He spat out, his annoyance at their presence growing.

"Look mate, we just want to speak to death, so stop being a bloody show pony and show yourself," Bunny orders out of desperation, finally finding the strength to speak.

"Ńó. I dóń't fęęł łikę it."

"Well, can you please call her then?" asked Tooth as kindly as she could, trying to hide her annoyance.

"Ćąń yóu płęąsę ćąłł hęr? Płęąsę? Pfft. I ąlręądy hąvę. I'm fórćęd tó," scoffing in reply. A bright light pierced through the room, revealing the speaker to be a beast, with fur covered legs and hoofs. He sported a goatee and ruffled black hair; his ears were pointed, much like his curved horns. His bare human chest, covered in hair, he was like some half human, half goat monster.

"I apologise for the Satyr, he isn't used to innocent people, especially since he isn't one himself, but, he was so close to being one. Well actually, he was one of the farther away ones, which Manny turned into one of my minions." Spoke the blue mist as it slowed down and stopped in the middle room. Unleashing the sight of a woman on top of a horse made of the blue mist she appeared as. The woman adorned a baby blue, glittery long sleaved dress, with a thigh split and a V-neckline, similar to what someone would picture Marilyn Monroe wearing. She had small feet, that had sparkly, baby blue, knee high, boots covering them. Her wild hair reached her waist. She petted the horse as she got off, "how many years of service have you to go Najstarsze?"

"Óńę thóusąńd miśtręśś."

"Not long to go now then, is it?"

"It'ś roughły dóubłe thę timę yóu'vę bęęń in sęrvićę, mądam."

"I know, it goes too fast." She turned away from the horse, the guardians watching it dissolve like it was never there. "Guardians, you wished to speak with me?" They pulled their attention away from the mysterious horse and onto the woman's oval face.

"Yes," Jack spoke for the first time since they got here.

"Follow me then, keep close, otherwise you won't be able to see. We shall talk in my office." All five of them followed closely behind the strange, glowing, woman through a range of different hallways, the structure being like a maze. You could easily get lost.

"I thought you said that Death was a male skeleton, not a curvy woman." Jack whispered to the tooth fairy.

"Didn't you hear the Satyr Jack? He doesn't exist anymore." Tooth answered.

"Yeah, but how can death die?"

"It can't mate. But the spirit himself was somehow replaced with this lady." Bunny cut in.

"Ve'll azk her vhen ve get to her office." North told them. Thinking a long talk with this new Death was due.

"Sorry for the long walk everyone, but alas, we're here now," Death opened a black wooden door and entered a grey stone room, with ongoing shelves full of hourglasses. In the middle there was a desk made of the same material as the door. Screams were the loudest in this room, the room itself however smelt of roses. The only chair in the room was behind the desk. "I lead you here, because this is the only place where the minions can't go and we can speak in private, due to the lack of seats however we can either stand, or sit on the floor, your choice."

"I think all of us could use a rest mate. How long have we been walking for?" Bunny asked as he and the others took a seat on the itchy, stone floor.

"About three hours and alright," attempting to get herself comfortable on the floor with them. "What do you wish to speak to me about? The death of a loved one? How Manny makes us spirits? Hell?"

"What's your name?" asked Jack. Death's eye shot back in surprise, she fiddled her hands together embarrassed.

"My name is uh, Grimm Reaper, same as the death before me. Sorry about that, I, I must have forgot." a blush rose to her cheeks, hair falling in front of her face.

"It's okay." Tooth replied, smiling at Grimm, whom decides, it's best to smile back. "You have great teeth," the colourful bird leapt out of her seat for a closer look, like a person who just found a million dollars.

"Tooth, fingers out of mouth." orders North sitting cross legged.

"Oops sorry, they're beautiful," she taps Grimm on the shoulder as she returns to her seat, happiness gleaming through her eyes, resting her face in hands, whilst laying on her stomach.

"Jeez it's just like when I came," Jack chipped in, lying on his side, staring at his hands.

"Uhh, thank you, um, Tooth, I try to look after my bones, as everyone should." Grimm stuttered, fiddling around with her hair, looking down at the floor.

"How long have you been in service mate?" Bunny asked resting his chin on one of his hands, sitting like a normal bunny would.

"Four hundred and ninety two years."

"Wait, you were elven, when I first became a guardian," Jack realised, his thick black brows furrowing in concentration.

"Yes. It didn't really affect me though." Grimm said lying through her teeth; it did affect her, just not the way the guardians would expect.

"But, you were a child."

"Your point?" Grimm raised one eyebrow in question; hoping with all her heart this wasn't going where she thinks it'll go.

"Didn't you believe in us?"

"No Jack, I was never told the story of any of you." She was right.

"Why not?"

"Jack, I don't wish to discuss that. Especially with strangers; I only discuss that with friends."

"What friends?"

"What's that supposed to mean? And old friends, that truly know me."

Pitch's Lair

"Pitch! Pppiiitttccchhh!" Grimm called out her voice echoing against the cliff Pitch's liar is built into. "Pitch! It was the guardians! They were the ones that were looking for me!"

"Why were they looking for you?" Pitch asked as he popped out of a shadow, causing Grimm to jump and him to smirk at the sight.

"They wanted to talk to me."

"About? By the way, you should be used to that now, considering how long you've known me," he replied a smug look on his face as he paced back and forth.

"It started it off as an introduction, and then Tooth decided that my teeth are pretty. The talk eventually went to five hundred years ago." Pitch's face shot up in alarm. "Also you always pop up in different places, plus you know it's the surprise element that makes me do that."

"Yes, I do," he chuckled. His face turned serious, "You didn't tell them anything….did you?"

"Of course not, I don't trust them and I barely know them. I only talk about that stuff with old friends, so you, basically."

"Good."

Bunny's Warren

Deep under Australia's outback, an oasis rests. Green grass, colourful rivers and all sorts of flowers bloomed here. Ancient stone eggs covered in moss roamed the area, searching for anything suspicious. The smiley face carving facing forward showing safety to everyone inside. Tiny eggs with feet, walking around into rivers, falling into vines, all in an effort to decorate themselves in time for Easter were everywhere. Chocolate and daises filled the air, creating a calming effect.

Bunnies as well as his fellow guardians were all sitting upon a eucalyptus log, watching the enchanted eggs walk around.

"So any ideas?" asked Tooth desperation hiding in her eyes.

"I think, five hundred years ago might have something to do with it," Jack replied with anger.

"It might, but she won't talk about it mate. We don't know her. I know what you're thinking though," Bunny added in, unsure of how to continue with this.

"Pitch," they all chimed in.

"How do ve befriend a teenager?" asked North, thinking back to their conversation with Death earlier that day.

"You befriended me didn't you?" Jack answered trying to lighten the gloomy mood. Sandy conjured up Grimm above his head and Jack crossed out. "So what if she's not me."

"Men, I think this needs a woman's touch, how about I invite her for tea? That way, I can find out her interests and hobbies." Tooth suggests imagining her and Grimm laughing amongst themselves.

"Letz zay hello to Pitch." North stats while the rest of the males nod along, Tooth's mouth a gape, not wanting to take drastic actions.