*Walks to computer chair and sits down*

TWANG.

*Dagger thrown by angry reviewer hits the wall just beside author's head.*

"...Okay...maybe a chapter is in order."

The end.

Alright, hold it!

First I would like to say that updates will have to be slower as I'm a little tied up at the moment. But, this will be continued, so don't worry!

NEXT THING. AND I WAS INFURIATED AND DISGUSTED BY THIS:

I got a review from one person requesting a romance thing to appear between 'Pitch and the Fairy' and that the person who was a guest- and therefore I could not angrily PM them- was 'keeping their fingers crossed for it'

ALRIGHT. GET THIS STRAIGHT.

The fairy in this fic is a child. I made that clear in the other chapters that she is no more than 5 years old at the best, and though she is nameless she is constantly referred to as 'Little Girl'

So, the person who requested something so repulsive and stupid, and you know who you are, can turn around and keep away from my fic and my association.

But if it was just some dumb mistake, then learn to read.

For the rest of my reviews, thanks for the good feedback and for pointing out the spelling and grammar mistakes. Well appreciated.

Here's the next chapter, and please, review!

The Black

The little fairy stood as still as a branch in the most windless of nights, and even now the cold, frost-covered ground below grew ever-so colder as her golden-circled irises dilated. The man's sharp toothed grin grew wider and he tilted his head again, and the child couldn't help but feel as if he thought of this as some game.

But this wasn't like the mean-spirited ones she sometimes played with children she was jealous of. That much she knew.

Finally she was able to drag one dainty, shivering foot from the ground and lean it back to take an unsteady, shivering step back. It took an immense amount of effort to finally coax her frozen muscles back into motion but once they did she was stumbling back quickly, like a car engine that had just been given a kick-start. She raised her arms in front of her as the man stepped forward towards her calmly, smile still in place.

"K-kih..." She stuttered, her voice like a jammed clock gear as she took another step back, the ominous figure drawing ever nearer. "Keep-away!"

Her voice raised to a strangled, desperate plea and she swiped a hand in front of her, a defensive scowl appearing on her young, pale face. The little girl was glaring at him with a fearful scowl as it drew near.

All she wanted was for him to go away!

Abruptly, from the shadows lurking around them, something slithering like a jagged snake but resembling a trail of black, gloomy sand shot out towards the man. He frowned quickly, lifting a black-sleeved arm towards it as it sped towards him. It stopped suddenly, slamming into the air just an inch away from his outstretched palm as if hitting some invisible force. Then, it slid back into the shadows.

The girl, bemused and puzzled, raised her arms and shivered, holding them before her as if to ward of any attack. Had...she done that?

"It seems...you have control over my sand." The man's face was thoughtful and distant for a moment, and as his head lowered in consideration she saw that the shadows were filled with the same black, oozing sand from before. She whimpered upon seeing it.

"How interesting." The man concluded at last, finally looking back at her. She shivered as another smile appeared.

But, now it wasn't sharp and wide, but more of small and...fainter. But it didn't help.

She raised her hands and clasped them together, trembling as he knelt down so he was almost at eye level with her. Despite this, he still looked down on her. She was a mere toddler compared to his looming, tall stature.

He tilted his head yet again, the odd smile still in place.

"There, there..."

She was surprised beyond belief at the soft, almost kindly tone lacing his smooth voice. He raised a slander, pale hand and petted her lightly on the head, an action that made her jump a little as she'd never had anyone act so...gentle. The forest fairies, they were...distant creatures...

Her thoughts left them as her wide eyes locked with the Boogeyman's. That's when she noticed what was so...unnerving about them. It was the gleaming glow that was absent from both human and fairy nor the bright, luminous colour...

It was the fact that they were her own. It was like she was staring into her reflection in the river or the ice. Her terror was clouded by bewilderment, and she shook her head, stepping back again and wringing her hands together. The Boogeyman chuckled softly.

"Dear child." He spoke, placing a hand over his chest and turning his head, though his eyes remained locked with her own, "You seem...confused..."

Now she was even more confused. She shook her head, the tears of fear and alarm still running down her pale cheeks despite the terror fading just a little. She sniffed, mumbling as clearly as she could manage, trying to keep her voice from trembling.

"W-what are you- what do you mean?" She stepped back again as he held out a hand, a strange and almost...what was that look? wasn't it the kind of thing only some human grown-ups had? the nice ones? No fairy held that expression that reminded her of the nice, gentle flames in a fireplace.

"Do you not recognize me?" He gave her a simple, questioning look though that almost kind expression was still adorning his sharp features. Then, small fragments of broken, vague memories fluttered in the depths of her mind, and though she was shaking her head with a passion she knew that yes, she recognized him.

He gave a small, inward laugh, eyes closing as he shook his head a little. Then he opened those clear, golden irises and looked back at her, offering a hand.

"My dear...I am your father."

Something...clicked.

The little girl stepped back as the mere sentence reverberated through her thoughts, like a gust of wind though a bell tower, moving them all one by one. She blinked rapidly, confused and alarmed.

What? He can't-how...but that's not possible! he's-he's-

She was so distressed and perplexed that she rose her shaking arms and clasped either side of her head, eyes darting around the ground. "But...but you c-can't...be..."

The Boogeyman tittered in a way that seemed to give the idea of pity or sympathy. Then, she felt his hand rest on her head again and slowly brush back her black, straight hair-like feathers. She was so bewildered that she didn't recoil.

Despite her doubt she rose her gaze back to his, and was surprised again by the nice look that she saw on the parents of the happier children. It...was unfamiliar. And unfamiliar unnerved her.

"B-but..." She stammered as he took her hands away from her head, and holding them gently in his own. She looked away again. "I-I..."

"Look at me."

No!

Despite her own warning she looked back at him, head still turned to the side encase she wanted to look away again. The Boogeyman smiled again, nodding once.

Was...he really her father? No-that wasn't, that couldn't be...

But...their eyes...

She was too confused. She began sobbing shakily, tears streaming down her cheeks. She pulled her small hands away from his to wipe them fretfully as she blubbered:

"But...you can't be! You're the Boogeyman!"

The boogeyman in question laughed softly as it it were nonsense. The nameless one just looked up upon hearing this laugh.

"And why does that mean that it is not so?"

The Boogeyman awaited her answer with a small, almost amused smile on his face. Despite everything...she could not argue with that point. Why did it?

But...she had so many questions.

"But...where...what..." She couldn't possible ask them all at once, and ended up coming to one, single and almost insignificant question in her opinion (compared to the others that is)

"What's my...name?"

A name was something she'd never had. It had been 'you' for her whenever the forest folk addressed her in their wary, distant way. And no-one else had spoken to her and she hadn't had anyone call her by a 'name'

It seemed like one of those things that only human children had. And adults. The fairy folk didn't ever give her any knowledge of theirs names despite her asking. But...she was so sure she was meant to have one. It just seemed like something she should have despite not being human...and not being important, her thoughts added bitterly despite the situation.

The Boogeyman was looking to the side now, and when she noticed this with an odd form of curiosity she wondered...if this man, scary as he'd been when she first saw him, was actually her father. Then, he began speaking in that smooth, all around voice and she bit her lip a uncertainly.

"I named you Genevieve a time ago before you vanished." He said with a strange smile, eyes still at the side. "However...if you have seen fit to change it..."

Genevieve? That...was an odd name. And it wasn't familiar to her...

"Genevieve." She murmured quietly, bringing his luminous gaze back to her at last. She began playing with her fingers doubtfully, all trace of fear gone. Had she looked up she would have seen a terrifying, triumphant yet subtle look cross the Boogeyman's sharp features. But it she did not, and it was long gone before he looked back at him.

"Are...are you really my father?" She asked in a small, almost pleading voice. His smile reappeared, and this time it was actually warm and kind.

"Of course." He said, offering his hand once again. She stared at him with a conflicting expression that melted into a blank look.

Maybe...maybe he was. Maybe she wasn't alone anymore.

A smile began to spread. It was an odd feeling, this warmth she felt in her chest that lifted the ache in her heart, and the smile appearing across her face felt as if it had been gone for years...which it had. And she was actually happy- gleeful even. So much hat she launched herself forward, startling the Boogeyman himself a little and flung her arms around his neck, head resting on his shoulder as she laughed in a jubilant way.

Pitch rested a hand on her head and wrapped the other around her small, delicate frame and lifted her up gently, her head resting on his shoulder and carrying her like any parent would do with their own small child.

The Nightmare King, as the black sand began slithering around, allowed a purely menacing, ominous smirk to spread as he looked down at the happy girl, her own eyes shut tight as she smiled. The malevolent look went unnoticed by her.

Poor little fool...she will never know until it is too late...

Gaps! Is this yet another cliffhanger?

*Sees a flock of daggers heading their way and promptly seizes a shield from nearby, holding it out as the blades slicing into the wood.*

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