*A/N* Hi, guys! Uh... sorry about the long "hiatus" I took. Ahem. Yes, I had exams, plus I'm in the school play. We have one month the prepare. Insane, no? And that's the way the cookie crumbles... I just thought it would kind of be cool for Jack to have a "diary" of sorts. Oh, BTW, this is where the JackxSally comes in. *Evil grin* And poor emo Sally, all alone in a corner. And we just dissected worms and squid in school, so that's why I put Dr. F. dissecting something. The Poem yes, is original. *Sighs* I am a terrible poet, so I've decided Jack should be too. * Another evil grin* *Disclaimer* I think we all know buy now that I don't own TNBC. Thanks for all your reviews. Tell me what you think and enjoy. -TC


Chapter 7: The Nameless Shade

Jack. Jack. Jack. The mantra repeated over and over in my head, day after day. Jack. Jack. Jack. Now that Creator knew about him…

I wanted to see him. Badly.

And then, almost as if by… dare I say it? Magic… He suddenly came to me. It was a miracle.

I had spent yet another day dreaming of him. Creator was busy dissecting…something when he called me in. I was so afraid I was going to be punished, that I barely looked up at him.

"Girl." He said quietly. He had several long pins, which he stuck into the unfortunate creature's ribcage to keep it from closing. I trembled. The pins looked long and sharp. They looked like they would hurt terribly.

I had been subject to several cruel experiments after Creator, or should I say, my father, had been tricked into telling the truth.

"Y-yes, Master?" I asked, trembling. He was about to continue, maybe about to rip me open as so to compare my insides to that of the creature, maybe change something inside me to suit his purposes, when the doorbell rang.

It was a complete shock.

Only the most desperate people, with the most dreadful maladies, came to Creator. They were all scared of him.

And no wonder.

He paused, and wheeled cautiously over to the entrance ramp.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Jack!" yelled the visitor. Creator glared at me.

"Don't you dare get any ideas, girl. Get out of sight!" He snapped. "Come in, Jack! I'm in the laboratory." he yelled to him, wheeling into his laboratory.

There was a turning of the door and he walked in. At the same time I ducked into a small dark corner. I gasped. He looked the same as I last saw him, so many years ago.

Tall. Elegant. Handsome.

I wonder what he thought, if he could see me. Did he even remember? I sighed quietly, and he flicked his head to my direction. I stopped breathing. He peered into the darkness I was hiding in. I was panicking in my mind. Let him see me, don't let him see me… He put my mind at ease when he shrugged and walked into the laboratory.

He was carrying many things under his arm; a leather bound…sketchbook, I think, and a few packages. I believe that he was there to discuss plans for Halloween. He discussed a plan with Creator.

"And so, if you make this creature, I believe it will… be…"

"Yes… an ingenious… possible, but…"

"How much… only… days to..." And so on. I caught every other word. I crept closer and closer to the door, trying to make out what they were saying.

"It will be done." I quietly backed into my corner when I heard that. Jack walked out. He looked around. And stared directly at me.

I gasped. The intensity of his gaze… I could barely stay hidden. He then did something rather surprising. He smiled and winked at me. I gasped.

"Hello, there." He whispered quietly. I blushed. But before I could respond…

"Jack?" Called Creator. Jack whipped around so quickly, he dropped his things. Right near me. Looking quickly at them, I took his sketchbook. It gave me an excuse to see him again. If I could escape Creator.

"Just having some difficulties with my things," he said gathering every thing up "But thank you. See you later!" He yelled. He turned to me again and looked like he was going to say something, but then changed his mind, and strode out the front door. I slipped back to my room before Creator could call me back into the laboratory.

I opened the sketchbook and gasped.

There were, writings, and drawings…ones of monsters, impossible, and some of…humans. Some of them were not nice….

For example, there was one of the odd man, the Mayor. It complained of his indecisiveness, and how he was so…annoying.

I flipped a few more pages. I gasped. It showed a breath-takingly beautiful human, but her eyes were sorrowful. Her eyes were red, as though she had been crying.

I n Jack's thin, spidery handwriting, it said:

Horrifica Spectarre Skelllington, Regina.

Jack's Mother.

I had always, assumed that Jack's mother had looked like Jack, Always assumed that she was… a monster like us.

I pondered the page for a few minutes, but then I eagerly flipped it and saw pictures of a few more humans. What had Jack's life been like? I wondered. How did he know what they looked like? And not only from books.

Then on the next page, I saw my own face. I was carefully drawn, and dare I say it… almost… lovingly. I turned the page to distract me from the shameful thoughts.

My heart dropped into my stomach, when I saw the next page.

Praise for the Nameless Shade

Who is this radiance I always see?

What is this joyous bliss?

What is this feeling I cannot name?

That left me changed and yet the same

For this nameless shade?

For a few brief moments I saw

But every night after, dreamed

Of the Nameless Shade,

And her quiet ways,

Like Death on silent wings

I know not of her ways

I know not of her kind.

I know not of her heart

And know not of her mind.

But, oh that she would speak.

The earth would fall still!

The moon would stay in the sky.

And it would silent, blessed night forever.

It would be the beautiful night forever.

All for Her.

I was stunned. He… he… it sounded like he was…in- in- love. But with who? I paused. I crouched listening to Creator. It sounded like he was…busy.

When he was busy, he'd be occupied for hours. I silently opened the door... and crept down the stairs. I opened the door, and had the first breath of air in years. I hesitated… and headed toward the graveyard, where it was almost certain…

I would find Jack.

What was I going to do?