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Sorry that it's been longer than normal to upload, I've been super busy and I have really bad writers block at the moment and losing time :S Anyway, here you go x

I wake in the workshops medical bay. My eyes dart to my side to find Pitch sitting up, recovering and looking over to me. I roll to my front and lean on my elbows, my head hanging from my shoulders.
"Jack. Are you ok?" Pitch rasps, worry tinting his voice.
"I'm fine." I reply, harshly. What was that? I'm taken aback by my sudden slip of carelessness toward the person that I care most about. Obviously he noticed and is looking over at me, worried and sorrowful.
"No, I didn't mean it like that. I don't know what happened. I'm sorry." I reassure, sitting up and shaking my head slightly.
"Jack, what. did. he. do?" Pitch questions, highlighting every word, getting, carefully, out of his bed and into mine. That's when the reluctance to have him close to me floods my brain. I don't want to hold him, because I'll never let go... 'And a deals a deal.' I remind myself. Tears begin to well in my eyes, but I refuse to allow them to fall.
"Jack?" Pitch whispers, looking cautiously down at me when I don't return his embrace. He sees the tears in my eyes and his face falls.
"I'm sorry." I breath, pulling away from him and getting out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Pitch asks, following me as best as he can.
"Away from you. I can't handle it." I reply, sobbing as I walk quickly into the main room. The Guardians quickly come toward us, wanting to know what's happened and what they can do.
"What have I done?! I've been unconscious for the past four hours!" Pitch flares up.
"Your little sprite has made a deal with me." Khreel's voice cackles, triumphantly prowling from the shadows. I stop dead in my tracks and await for the truth to unfold. He was watching, waiting for the perfect time to come out of hiding. He walks past me, connecting eyes and running his hands over my shoulders as he passes by.
"...what?" Pitch mutters, clearly not wanting to believe the words that have come from his enemy's lips.
"To save you, we did battle and he lost. Now he's leaving with me." Khreel smirks, directing his speech purely to Pitch in attempt to make him feel guilty, "he doesn't wish to be near you, because I said so. Clearly he doesn't want to make it... difficult." I close my eyes and turn my head to the side, away from the Guardians.
"Khreel! Just shut up and let's leave." I order, almost crying. He hesitates.
"Did you just," he begins to stalk over to me, frustration hidden in his voice, "order me." He hisses. I stand tall and don't back away when he towers over me. I don't have time to reply before his hand connects sharply with the side of my face. My head is forced to the side at the impact I'm stunned for a second until the stinging pain eventually registers. My hand tightens it's grip around my staff, I refuse to show it hurt.
"How dare you!" Pitch growls, forcing a stream of shadows to hit into Khreel's back. He stumbles forward slightly and then swings to face Pitch. The other Guardians prepare for battle and they all begin to charge forward.
"Maybe we'll parry another time." Khreel's hands grip my shoulders and shadows begin to swirl around us.
"Jack!" Pitch's voice calling my name in one last desperate cry is that last thing I hear.

It was so cold in Khreel's lair. Fair enough, warm and inviting wasn't really the right choice of words for Pitch's lair, but it's a place that I've grown to become comfortable in and call it my second home. Khreel's lair looked similar, but it didn't feel right. It was more... messy and looked thousands of years old. Actually, it probably was with all the time he spent cowering in the dark.
"What do you think Jackie? New home." Khreel grins, his hand snaking underneath my hoodie and sliding up my skin.
"Where's my room." I question, trying not to whimper at his cruel, tempting touch.
"You'll be sleeping with me." He purrs into my ear. I don't flinch, however I'm caused to gasp from sudden shock as his head lowers and his mouth attacks the crook of my neck. His teeth graze lightly over the layer of my skin and his tongue follows suit. I grip his wrist, suddenly, begging him to stop, but he only becomes more forceful. He pushes against me, causing me to step backward and my back pressing against the wall. His lips suck hard at my tender skin and I move my head slightly, giving him better access. Wait, what am I doing?!
"Get off!" I growl, pushing the sex driven spirit off me. I barge past him, tread along the cold stone floor with my bare feet and down a darkened corridor. I don't care what he says, there is no way I am sleeping with him. Not now, or ever! I think I'd actually prefer to be in the desert right now. I can't shake the image of Pitch's distraught face when Khreel told him of the deal. I'm still trekking down countless corridors whilst thoughts fill my head. Maybe if I go far enough, Khreel won't find me again! I look into a room that is filled with endless pillows and quilts, pulled on top of each other resembling a type of cushioned mountain. I have no clue what this room is, but it'll have to do. I walk in and jump in among the countless comfy objects. I keep my staff close as I get lost in the mountain. If I'm forced to live with this monster, then I'll stay here and never come out again! I pull my hand up to the left side of my neck where his unwanted lips had laid siege to my skin. I wince in slight pain as the bruise has obviously already surfaced and the love bite stands out in my milky skin. Also, my cheek is hot with Khreel's slap from earlier. I've never had this with Pitch. He was so caring with me, as if one wrong touch would shatter me, that it became a natural protective instinct for him. Like a mother kissing a child's wound as he falls on the playground. With Khreel, he is the rough tarmac I am falling onto and, now, no one is here to kiss me better. I cuddle close to a pillow. If this is the closest thing for protection and comfort, it wasn't Pitch, so be it. I settle and slowly fall asleep, dreaming of being home with the Guardians and being held in Pitch's arms again.

I'm woken the next morning by hands smoothing up and down my back. I lean into the comfortable sensation as it slows into a halt. I crack open my eyes, ready to question Pitch why he has stopped, then I remember where I am.
"What do you want?" I question, tiredly and not turning to face him.
"I'm just checking you're ok." Khreel whispers. I don't answer, I refuse to answer. If he wants me to feel fine then he needs to let me go rather than keep me locked in his home. "I do care about you, you know." He tells me, "I love and care about you more than you know. You can leave whenever you like, but just not to the Guardians." He finishes, moving away from me.
"If you loved me, you'd let me go back to my friends and to the person I love." I remind, standing up on the mound of pillows and quilts.
"Why can't you love me? I'm exactly what he is and more!" Khreel exclaims, anguish filling his face.
"No, you're nothing like Pitch." I tell him, sternly, barging past him and out of the door. I run down the corridors and toward the entrance. I use the wind to carry me forward, out of his lair and through the dense trees. The sun shines down on me and I feel a calmness come over me finally. It's supposed to be winter...without me, that season doesn't exist... Everything feels different. That's when I notice that the fabrics have twisted and changed from a deep blue into a jet black. The frost particles sparkle like silver threads over it. I roll my eyes. I'll get my clothes back to normal once I've seen Jamie and his friends. At least they are in no danger and they can deliver a message for me. I fly over the tree tops and busy streets of Burgess. The sun beats down on me like a cruel whip, tiring and hurting me. I spot Jamie and his friends playing in the park. I mentally order the wind to put me down, but it doesn't work. My eyes become heavy and my body feels weak. I begin to fall down and, eventually, hit the ground at an angel that causes me to slide across the grass. This catches the children's attention as I hear gasps and calls of my name. They rush over and appear at my side.
"Jack! What's happened? Where have you been? What's going on?!" Jamie panics.
"Calm... Down..." I breath, weakly. I lie still for a time, catching my breath and calming myself. Finally, I get up with help from the children and look down at them.
"The Guardians will explain everything, but I shouldn't even be here at the moment and if he see's me-" I begin to explain, becoming scared at the thought of what Khreel might do to me.
"Who, Jack?" Pippa questions.
"Look, go to the Guardians and tell them that he's in the forest. He plans to attack the Guardians and especially Pitch when they're most weak from the loss of winter." I tell Jamie and his friends.
"But Jack-"
"No, I'm being serious, go straight to them and don't stop until they know!" I tell them, walking away,
"Wind," I begin, expecting the wind to whistle past me, implying its ready for my command, but nothing happens. "Wind!" I call again. I get the same reply. My eyes widen as I begin to grasp the reality of my situation. I grip my staff, turn and point my staff at the Burgess statue, expecting it to cover in ice. Yet, nothing happens. I gasp and drop my staff, drawing my hands to my chest and stomach, gripping the fabrics of the hoodie. I feel how damp its becoming from the slowly melting ice...
"Jack?" Jamie questions, cautiously. Suddenly, I spot a figure behind the children. His glare is fixed upon me. Fear grows inside my stomach and I gulp hard.
"No! I didn't do it on purpose! Leave them alone!" I scream at him. That's when I feel a clamp around my throat. A type of shadowed collar tugs at my neck, forcing me to walk toward the abusive intentions of the lone man. I claw and tug at the collar, but it's not coming off without him saying so. I stand in front of him, trying to stay tall, but end up cowering slightly.
"What do you think you're doing?" He questions, a slight venomous hiss tinting his voice. I don't answer. My eyes try to drag themselves to the ground to avert his gaze, but I keep them locked on his. His hand swipes across my face in a stinging slap and my head is thrown to the side.
"You never said I couldn't see the children!" I remind. He glares at me.
"What did you tell them?" He questions. I keep my mouth sealed.
"TELL ME!" He commands.
"Nothing!" I exclaim my reply. He continued to glare at me, anger growing and he slaps me again on my already red cheek.
"You really care about me, huh?" I say, sarcastically, reminding him of our morning conversation. He scowls at me, but his gaze begins to soften.
"I don't want you talking to the children again." He tells me, his voice calming and quiet. Then he yanks the chain connected to my collar and pulls me to his side. His arm wraps tightly around my waist and we sink down into the shadows together, back into his torturous lair... Without my staff.

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