Forever In Black - A Pitch/OC Love Story

Chapter Three

Jack's POV

"What is that supposed to mean?!" He yelled at the moon, confused by the shadows that were shown, and, as always, the moon was silent, seemingly ignoring Jack, sailing back to whence it came.

All of the guardians stood in a circle, each measuring the next's reactions. Tooth had dropped to her feet, her arms around her figure, staring at where the shadows had been revealed, her eyes disbelieving, while Bunny watched her with a strange grimace on his furry countenance, fiddling with a boomerang uncomfortably. Sandy had a strange look of impassiveness as he floated a question mark above his head, while North, as usual, had his arms crossed and a sort of triumphant smirk upon his face. Jack on the other hand was outraged.

"He LOVES her? He can't love her, he's Pitch! Isn't that somehow impossible? He is a monster, and is probably feeding off of her nightmares right now. The moon is just going crazy!"

"Not Crazy," North reprimanded in his thick accent, looking at Jack. "He is probably right. Though it may not seem like it, Pitch has a Heart, but for as far as i knew, It had been consumed by Fear long ago. He once was a good man, you know, Jack."

"Ha, Right. Pitch, the King Of Nightmares has a Heart." Jack muttered sarcastically.

"Leave him be Jack. He doesn't understand anymore. He most likely thinks that he loves this poor girl, and is latching to her for dear life," Tooth carefully explained.

"But," North Said, making his way over to the large globe centered in the huge room, "If what Manny said was right, then this girl is destined to become a Guardian. We can't have Pitch tainting her. It may destroy him in the process, but we have to get her back so that she may realize her center." He turned to face the rest of the group.

"We need to find out how to get her out of Pitch's domain, or we will never get her out."

Gabriella's POV

I awoke with a tingly feeling on my forehead and cheek, slowly pulling the blue covers over my head as I recalled the past day's events.

"Please let all of this have been a horrible dream…"

I peeked my head out from under the covers to meet more darkness, only to find that, to my stupid luck, it wasn't a dream at all. Groaning in anger and Frustration, I kicked my covers off in a similar manner to the day before, and went to go change.

I reached into the wardrobe and found a comfy pair of jeans, and my woolen knit, striped, low hanging sweater shirt. Tossing my hair up into a pony tail and slipping on a pair of blue suede flats that weren't there the day before, I made my way to the door, upon which was a sticky note with elegant writing gracing the paper.

Dearest Gabriella,

When you awake and dressed, meet me in the room down the hall. You will know which door it is, you are clever. We shall have breakfast together. Refusal to this request will not be taken Lightly.

Pitch

I scoffed at the note, leaving it attached to the door, turning away, planning on crawling back into the bed or something as equally unproductive. A hissing noise came from the door, and I looked back over my shoulder to the note once more, watching in fascination as the writing changed. As the note finished, I picked it up gingerly, holding it slightly back, as if it were to bite me.

As I have said. Refusal is not going to be permitted. Come down the hall and I will reveal everything to you, and answer your question from this night prior. Do not Refuse. This is your only chance.

Pitch

"Fantastic," I huffed grumpily, wrenching the door open and slamming it behind me, looking both ways down the hallway and walking to the right, counting doors as I went. If Pitch was as strange as I thought he was, which I am assuming to be true, then he would have picked my favorite combination. 4-2-16. My numerology number, my favorite number, and my age. I took a walk down the hall 18 doors down, 4 doors, back 2, and then 16 more doors.

I swallowed dryly, stiffening as I reached my hand to the door, pulling it open, gently this time, peeking around the door cautiously. I ducked behind the door fast as I saw Pitch sitting at one end of a large table, looking across the room, not noticing me.

Pulling the door slightly shut, I pushed myself against the wall, silently hyperventilating, holding a taught fist on my rib cage. My eyes darted around until I finally regained minor calm, turning back to the door, screaming as I opened the door to Bump into a large black shape that grabbed my shoulders so as to steady me as I almost fell. I felt and heard that all to familiar laugh, blushing and sharply looking up into those amber eyes, drawing a quick breath as I met his strong gaze. "Well, well, who do we have here?" He questioned Rhetorically. "I thought I was going to have to come and get you!" He laughed again.

I shivered at how casually he spoke to me, as if i was a friend who had just crashed for the night, instead of a girl he had kidnapped the day earlier, whom he had scared into fits and threatened.

He looked excited about something, smoothly turning me, hand still on my shoulder, leading me to the table where there was a plate of eggs and a few slices of toast, along with a glass of orange juice. He took his hand off of my shoulder and continued to seemingly float over to his own seat, gesturing that I do the same as he took his seat.

I did eventually sit, after a few seconds of my zoned out stupor, blushing as I pulled out the chair, ducking my head to avoid his stare. When I finally looked up, I saw that he had no food, only me.

"Where is your food?" I questioned before I could stop myself. He again laughed his smooth as velvet chuckle. I looked down in embarrassment, only to look up as he spoke.

"I do not require food, my Dear," Pitch said, smirking as I glared at him for calling me by his little pet name for me. "But don't fret. You are mortal, you need food, and don't tell me your not hungry. You are, so eat." I was about to protest, backing away from the food slightly as he spoke. What if it was poisoned?

He looked at me exasperated. "The sooner you finish, the sooner I will tell you my purpose of taking you."

My eyes went a little wide, and so I began to eat, wishing to know why he has chosen me. It was definitely awkward, and I looked at my plate through most of my meal, because he was watching me the entire time.

Pitch's POV

I smirked from behind my hands, clasped at my mouth, concealing said smirk from view as I saw her blush. She ate her food so delicately. She wasn't quite finished with her food, but why not have a little fun?

"Nine Years," I said loudly as she put more food into her mouth. She stiffened, tightening her neck and jaw, almost choking on her toast.

"What?" She whispered, fearfully.

I moved my hands, looking her in the eyes, repeating myself. "Nine years."

"Please tell me that's no-" she began fearfully.

"Iv'e been watching you for nine years," I stated simply, gauging her expression. Gabriella paled visibly, opening her mouth as if to say something, only to close it once more. She began to hyperventilate, her eyes dilating slightly.

Perhaps, I reflected, This wasn't the way I should have told her this. I moved forward from my seat, walking to her and rubbing her back, watching in concern as she jumped at my touch, bringing her knees up and curling into an upright fetal position.

"Why?" She asked, so quiet that I had to strain to hear her. I glanced away for a second, trying to come up with a way to tell her this without upsetting her further. Maybe having a bit of fun in my perspective wasn't such a good idea. "WHY?" She hissed.

"You interest me. Like I said before, you are beautiful, young, and above all, you Believe in me. For such a long time, no one has believed in me. I began to wither away in this realm, while the guardians just sat there, with a wealth of believers, bringing their, Centers,"He said that last word i disgust. "to the children, but what about me?" I began to walk around the table. Her eyes followed me warily as I explained the beginning of my story.

"I was abandoned, wrote off as a trick of the light, a story that parents would tell their kids about that was just the overactive imagination, and so i was reduced to living under beds, feeding off of nightmares to regain power.

"Then, when I finally found the power I needed, and went up against the Guardians, I was knocked down. Right when people had begun to believe again, I was forgotten, just like in the end of the Dark ages, but You," I turned to her still balled up frame to see her watching in fascination.

"You have always believed. You are the only one that I know of who has believed in me for such a long time, and to be older as well. If someone does believe, they drop it at twelve. I merely look for conversation, emotions. My nightmares can only take me so far. My life is dull without anyone. I have told few this, but I long for a family, relations between others where I am not alone."

She sucked in her breath at 'family', but I ignored it, my back still turned.

"But why me? There is another reason. Why, for nine Years?"

"Your fears are potent, and brilliant. They gave me most of my power as I was revived. Since your parents death, they have only gotten stronger. I understand the basics, but why crows? Of all things, I usually understand nightmares, but they usually don't involve one certain thing for nine years. Whatever it was happened before I really began to watch you and myst have scarred you physiologically. " I turned my head ever so slightly to see her and watch her response.

"Crows. They were everywhere when we found my parents. If you know as much as you say," she said sharply, "Then you should know that they were murdered."

I nodded my head, prompting her to go on. "When we found their mangled bodies on the rocks, there were crows surrounding them. They attacked us as we came closer. If you can imagine, it was traumatizing. I'm not afraid of them in the day time, but in the dream world, they are that much worse, everything is that much more vivid. I can imagine that every time you came to visit me, you brought a nightmare?"

I nodded, visibly sorry, but she remained uptight.

"I'm sorry about that, but one thing that I do for people, that the guardians don't seem to understand, is that fear Protects. I have lost someone very important to me, and have been alone ever since." I repeated. "Then I found you. Your fear got me out of a tight situation, and as I watched you grow, I became attached to you. I believe that there is no going back for me now. I am a terribly possessive person, Dear Gabriella."

I slowly approached her form. "All I need is for you to fear me, Love me, for if you don't, I believe I may lose my mind and do something We BOTH may regret. Something immensely rash, and I don't want that to happen, do you?" I bent down to her eye level, meeting her lovely, fearful blue eyes. "What do you think? My Gabriella?"

"I think…" She began to shake slightly. "I think I need some time to myself. Is that okay?" She was unbelievably frightened.

Wow. This didn't go how I thought it would go..

I stood abruptly, and walked to the black fireplace in the middle of the east wall. "You may return to your room. Think of my offer. Remember what I have said. I don't put myself out in the open often. Don't take this for granted."

I wasn't watching, but rather heard as she was still for about ten seconds, before the chair scraped against the floor and she scampered across through the door, closing the panel softly, running back to her respective room, 18 doors down.

I put my hand to my head, running my fingers through my hair, softly sighing in aggravation. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Ah, well. I began to pace back to the throne room, stopping by My Dearest's room as I passed it, hearing her repeatedly mutter things.

My shoulders drooped, but I put them back up. She will be mine, soon. Oh so soon. And so I took my seat on the obsidian throne and laid my head on a hand, daydreaming about what next to do.

Gabriella's POV

I slipped out of the chair, running back to my room as fast as I could, my fear exciting the Night Mares that I passed along my route. I slammed the door to my room and leaned against it, eyes wide.

"What the hell just happened? Oh MY GOD! What the hell just happened?!"

I began rambling to myself. "First he pours his sob story on me, then tells me he has been watching me since i was five, then Tells me he loves me and is very possessive! OHMYGOD! IHAVEN'TEVENHADAREALBOYFRIENDYET!"

I began to hyperventilate for what, the 5th time today? Pacing took the place of my leaning as I walked laps around the large room.

"Why me? Why Now? ohmygod he said he loved me! Oh my g- OH MY GOD the freaking king of Nightmares is in love with me! I'm only sixteen! How can he expect me to return his feelings? I've never even flirted before!"

And so my rambling continued until I was so tired that I had to sit down, eventually falling into a dreamless sleep, wondering about the King of Nightmares, and how he will never, ever, willingly let me go.

A/N: Hello Dearest's! Thanks again for all of the reviews! You. Are. The. BEST!

So, how did you like this chapter? I don't know if I am moving to fast or not, so can someone please let me know? I don't know if I should incorporate a Love Triangle into this or not… Hmmmm. Ah well, like Pitch mentioned earlier, He is Terribly Possessive. AnyWhoo,

Ta ta, my Lovelies!