A/N: YAY! I'm so glad everyone liked the last chapter! Thanks for all the awesome reviews!

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AprilShowers and MayFlowers by Kiara Lee Phoenix

AnkouKieranby The Dangerous One

And Eris by ObsidianLove

Valen watched as Jacqueline sat staring at her tea listlessly. She had been sitting there for a good half hour and had yet to say anything. She had appeared in Valens's sitting room completely unannounced, dazed, flushed and completely out of sorts. Valen had ordered her some tea, hoping to knock her out of her shocked stupor; however her friend didn't take so much as a sip.

The spirit of love knew better than to pry; she trusted that her friend would eventually find her voice, and tell her what the problem was. So they sat there silently, the red headed spirit patiently watching her friend. Occasionally Valen would attempt to lighten the mood by making light comments about the weather, her job, and other trivial matters.

Eventually Jacqueline set down her cup, and opened her mouth, as if to say something. But no sound escaped her throat; instead she just sat there opening and closing her mouth, trying desperately to find the right words.

How could she explain what was on her mind? How could she make sense of the jumbled thoughts, and words? Suddenly Valen cleared her throat, deciding to take mercy on the befuddled Halloween spirit.

"how about we make it easy for you," she began, "on the count of three just blurt out the first thought that stands out in your mind, don't think, just talk."

Jacqueline frowned pensively, a fresh wave on anxiety washing over her. She thought for a moment before looking Valen straight in the eye and nodding. Valen smiled encouragingly at her friend before beginning the countdown.

"One…"

Jacqueline bit her lip nervously. What will she think of me when I tell her? Will she be upset? She's my friend she'll understand…won't she?

"Two…"

Oh god…I'm not ready… she steeled her nerves and swallowed the lump in her throat.

"three-"

"I almost kissed Pitch!" Jacqueline practically screamed.

"WHAT!" Valen shot out of her seat in a flurry of gauzy skirts and layers. Light shone in Valen's bright pink eyes. Whether this light meant something good, or something bad, Jacqueline couldn't tell. The valentine spirit quickly crossed the room in one long stride. In a split second she went from her seat across the room to the cushion next to her dark haired friend.

"I want every detail young lady, and don't even think about leaving out the juicy bits."

Jacqueline gapped at her friend in disbelief, she couldn't possibly be serious! She had just told the valentine spirit something that could have been considered the most insane news of the century. Meanwhile the red headed spirit acted as if they were two school girls talking about a cut boy at school! What if she knew? A voice in the back of her head chimed, she's the spirit of romance. If she didn't know then that could mean that the "almost kiss" wasn't meaningful… right? Her mind echoed hopefully.

"Valen," Jacqueline frowned," if anything romantic happened between me and Pitch wouldn't you know? So that means it was nothing right?"

"Sorry honey," Valen snorted in a very unlady like manner and looked Jacqueline straight in the eye, "it doesn't work that way."

Jacqueline's shoulders slumped at this comment. Why couldn't anything just be easy? Jacqueline wanted nothing more than to throw her arms in the air and curse the world. Then maybe after her rant she could find a nice dark hole to crawl into and sleep in for the rest of eternity.

"But why?" the Halloween spirit moaned, "Why doesn't it work that way? I thought you were the guardian of love and romance and all that is fluffy!"

Valen raised a brow at the last part and grinned at her friend. Sometimes Jacqueline could act so absolutely wise, spewing out philosophy and knowledge that made her seem a million years old. Then there were other times when she was so naïve and confused it nearly gave the valentine spirit whiplash.

"I am the guardian of love," Valen said, "but even my powers have limits, just like yours. For instance, I can't make just anyone fall in love. They have to be compatible in the first place. I can set them up, I can give them a nudge in the form of a golden arrow, but in reality it all comes down to them. I can't force love on anyone," she paused giving Jacqueline a once over, "and I certainly can't sense every romantic moment across the globe. Can you sense the excitement of every single person in the world?"

Jacqueline frowned knowing her friend was right, and hating every moment of it. Valen watched her pouting friend and couldn't help but smile. It was so strange that she was surprised about this new development, especially when Valen had called it out in its early stages.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. From day one I told you about the attraction between each other, it's not my fault you ignored it."

"So you knew all along about…about me and…," Jacqueline blushed unable to finish the sentence. Asking about Pitch and hers compatibility would be like admitting that this whole situation was real, it would be like admitting that she did have feeling for the boogieman, and at the moment she just wasn't sure she could handle such a confession.

Lucky for her she never needed to. Valen being Valen already knew both the question and answer. Her expression softened and she placed a hand over Jacqueline's.

"Honey there are hundreds of people in the world, and there are so many compatible matches," she explained, "just because two people are compatible doesn't mean their meant to be together."

"So me and … Pitch are...?" Jacqueline felt a knot build in her stomach.

Valen nodded, "well yes, but when this all started you guys couldn't even stand to be in the same room together, I never thought that your compatibility would progress into…more..Especially so quickly. At most I thought that maybe it would be a kind of puppy love. But I guess you where right, Pitch really is a beast."

The expression on Jacqueline's face caused the valentine spirit to burst out in laughter. That last comment had caused the poor Halloween spirit to turn a ghastly shade of red. A satisfying knot settled in Valens gut due to the extent of her laughter. Jacqueline scowled at her friend, though it had little effect since she looked like an overgrown tomato. Valen grinned, wiping a tear out of her eye.

"Now with that aside, let's get down to business."

Jacqueline's dark brows knit together, and she looked at Valen in a confused manner, having no idea what the valentine spirit was talking about. Jacqueline was still unhappy about her friend's last innuendo. In fact she was still processing the fact the Valen had admitted that Pitch and she had grown to be…what? Valen rolled her eyes at her friend's confused expression. Honestly some people are just downright clueless about romance.

"The almost kiss! What happened? How did it start? What was it like? Give me details!" Valen grabbed her friend by the shoulders and gave her a light joking shake.

The Halloween spirit laughed at her friend's antics, but soon fell quiet again. She thought back to the day before, a day that seemed so recent but at the same time so long ago. She thought of those two silvery-gold eyes that seemed to trap her in that moment, and stole her breath away. Those lean sinewy arms wrapped tightly around her anchoring her when she felt as if the world was spinning. A blush crept across her face as the images flashed through her mind.

She looked at Valen who was watching her expectantly. She needed to get all of this of her chest, and what better way than to vent to the spirit of love? With that thought she took a deep breath and began,

"I'm not really sure how it all started…we were…he…we were decorating the ball room and he made a comment about me 'not being able to dance'. I… I just… wanted to prove him wrong, I wasn't really thinking…be started dancing, and it was...fun. The most fun I have had in a while…" she looked to the side, a little more than embarrassed about her little escapade.

"One minute we were dancing, and laughing…the next…not so much…I don't even know how it got to that point, things just got so…out of hand."

Valen nodded, a knowing smile painted across her features. "I see…well then go on, what was it like?"

Jacqueline tried to think of ways to put the experience into words, but try as she might she just couldn't. Nothing could describe the feeling that flooded through her system when Pitch looked at her with those scorching eyes of his. There were too many feelings, to many thoughts to put in to words. The intensity of the situation was just impossible to describe.

"I'm not sure how to describe it," she said.

Valen looked at her friend stunned into silence. Not because of Jacqueline's lack of words but rather her sudden change in appearance. Jacqueline's eyes had begun to glow, pulsing with intense golden light. Suddenly Valen had a hunch of what had caused the sudden change in her friend, but there was only one way to test her theory.

"Jacqueline," she caught her friends attention, "if you could choose one word, just one, to describe what it feels like being with Pitch, what would it be?" she said, being sure to word her question carefully.

The dark spirit thought for her moment, clueless that her eyes pulsing with unseen power. All of a sudden her eyes flash as a thought struck her. A grin crept along her lips, and she slowly turned to face her friend.

"It's…Exciting." A familiar flutter filled her chest.

A knowing smile tugged at Valens painted lips. When I'm right, I'm really right! A giddy sensation wiggled its way into the valentine spirits mind. If she were a more immature, juvenile version of herself she would have jumped up and started singing, "Jacquie and Pitch sitting in a tree, k.i.s.s.i.n.g!"

However she got the distinct feeling that her friend wouldn't appreciate her musical solo. So no matter how happy she was for her naïve friend she would have to control herself until the time was right. Or at least until she was confident that the Halloween spirit wasn't going to turn her into a Jack o' lantern.

A knock sounded for the door effectively distracting both women from their trains of thought. Valen looked up at the sound from her place on the plush sofa.

"Come in." she called over her shoulder.

The door opened half way, enough for a small cherub face poked through the crack. The tiny cupid fluttered towards the valentine spirit. In its hand it carried a golden envelope sealed with a red wax seal in the shape of a heart.

"An express note sent form Shadow Manor 'mam." It chimed in a childish voice.

Jacqueline's brows furrowed at this comment, as Valen reached out to take the note. Why would Trick and Treat need to send an express note? Express notes where quick messages that could be sent in the blink of an eye, and were often used by spirits in the case of an emergency where immediate help or attendance where needed. If the imps had sent a note to Jacqueline through Valen that meant that they needed an immediate reply.

"What does the note say?" Jacqueline leaned forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of the message scrawled across the page.

Valen read the letter her face becoming more and more pinched as she continued to read. Finally she began rereading the note, this time reading out loud.

"To Mistress Jacquie,

The guardians have stopped by to inform you that an emergency meeting has been called at the North Pole. Since you where not at the manor we have been asked to send you this express note, along with the sense of urgency that they wished to convey. They apologies for the short notice, however the circumstances of the meeting are very serious. A note has also been sent to Mr. Black and the guardians request your immediate response.

Trick & Treat"

After reading the signatures at the bottom Valen looked up, confused painted across her features. She handed the note to Jacqueline who reread it one last time to make sure she had actually heard it right.

"Emergency meeting?" she looked up at Valen, half expecting the gossip of the spirit world to know what said meeting was about.

However Valen simply shrugged, showing she had just as much knowledge on the topic as the confused Halloween spirit. Jacqueline frowned, not liking the fact that she was going into the situation blind. She looked down at the note and blushed as a certain line jumped out at her.

"…A note has also been sent to Mr. Black…"

Couldn't she catch just one break? Why did things just have to keep rolling in, one after another? It felt as if her life was such a mess she could barley breath without incident. Ever since the guardians had gotten involved in her life things just became more and more complicated. First the lessons, next the delayed Halloween preparations, then this thing with Pitch, and now some kind of mystery emergency meeting! What's next flying monkeys?!

With a groan Jacqueline sunk deeper into her seat, wishing it would swallow her whole, and take her away from all the madness in her life. Pity filled Valens gaze as she watched her friend, imagining the overwhelming stress that she must be going through. She wished she could help, wished she could do more than just give her advice and try to lighten the mood with jokes. Unfortunately there was no magic elixir that could make everything all better, at least not one that came without a hideous price. Valen placed her hand on Jacqueline's shoulder and smiled comfortingly at her. She couldn't make all the problems disappear, however she could support her friend.

"Don't worry, I promise eventually things will fall back in to order. And until then at least you've got me and the imps. And if Pitch tries anything just tell me and I'll make him fall in love with a donkey."

"I thought you couldn't force people to fall in love." Jacqueline smiled at her friend. Valen shrugged, a mischievous smile creeping across her face.

"I'll shoot him twice for good measure."

They laughed for a bit, joking about a wedding featuring Pitch and his lovely donkey bride. He would wear his best black tux and watch as his bride clippity-clopped down the aisle, and after the ceremony Pitch would ride off into the sunset on his wife's' back, with a huge banner reading "just married" trailing behind them.

By the end of their little joke session Valen had Jacqueline in tears. The poor Halloween spirit was doubled over in laughter in the middle of a wheezing fit.

"Oh god I can't breathe!" she was able to choke out between her laughter.

Valen gave a relived smile as she watched her friend. I may not be able to fix all the problems in the world but at least I can make her smile when she needs it. Jacqueline's laughter quieted as she watched the valentine spirit stand from her chair. She gave Valen a curious look that caused the red head to role her eyes.

"Aren't you forgetting something? If I remember correctly it was something urgent." Valen pointed to the envelope still in Jacqueline's hands, and quirked her eyebrow at the dark haired woman.

"Oh!" Jacqueline glanced at the letter, "I guess you're right I should get going!"

She sighed dejectedly, but her smile never truly left her face. Looking at Valen she stood, tucking the letter into her corset. It would be bad if the news of a mysterious emergency got out, who knows how people would handle this information. Valen may have been the gossip girl of the spirit realm, but she knew when and how to keep a secret. Smiling she faced her friend and pulled her into a surprise hug.

Valen froze surprised by the sudden embrace, but quickly recovered and returned the hug. A thoughtful laugh bubbled in her chest and found its way out her mouth as she wrapped her arms around her friend.

"What's with the PDA?" she asked. Jacqueline smiled and pulled away from the embrace to look at Valen.

"Thank you. I know you worry about me, and you always try to help me, and I just want…well I…" Jacqueline sighed and shook her head, "thank you."

Valen stood there shocked. Jacqueline and her had been friends for over a hundred years, and that whole time she never told Jacqueline about her inner turmoils and worries, but it turns out she never needed too. Jacqueline already knew, and she was grateful for everything.

A warm feeling filled Valens chest and she returned Jacqueline's smile. She pulled the Halloween spirit back into another hug.

"No…thank you." She pulled away keeping her hands on Jacqueline's shoulders, "now you better run off to your meeting."

"Ugh don't remind me!" Jacqueline groaned dramatically, unable to hide her smile. She pretended to sag her shoulders while she summoned a portal directed to the North Pole.

"Oh shoo you!" Valen laughed, pushing her friend towards the glowing portal.

Jacqueline giggled at her friend and turned towards the portal. Suddenly the sinking feeling she got when she read the letter returned tenfold. Before she had tried to ignore it, but now as she stood in front of the technicolored gateway to the North Pole she had no choice but to face it.

"…A note has also been sent to Mr. Black…"

He's going to be there…..am I ready?

Suddenly a voice broke into her thoughts leaving no room for doubts.

You're going to have to be ready, whether you like it or not.

And as she stepped through the portal she knew, whether she liked it or not the voice was right.

Pitch paced the hallways of his lair for the hundredth time that day. He was antsy, something that almost never happened to him. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't stay still. It felt as if someone had plugged him in to an electrical outlet, and now he could feel the energy coiling in his stomach, trying to force its way out. The only problem was that no matter what he did it was never enough to clear his mind of the one thing occupying it.

A delicate frame, wrapped in porcelain skin and soft curves. Long raven locks flowing and twisting to fiery tips, giving the illusion of a flame. Wide golden eyes stared up at him, pulling him in, dragging him deeper into the molten oblivion. So close, bodies melding together, so close-

No! He shook his head violently, trying to rid his mind of the treacherous thoughts. He refused to let such images creep in to his head…but still they managed to leak through his mental barriers.

A flushed face so close to his he could feel the heat radiating from the milky skin. His eyes fell upon a pair of quivering lips, rosy, plump and tempting. For a brief moment he wondered if maybe they were as sweet as they looked. What would it be like to swoop down and steal just a moment with those lips, to claim them if only for a moment-

No! No! No! Stop it! The nightmare king groaned and ran his hands through his hair. Frustration dogged his every step, causing the tension in his shoulders to grow with every passing moment. The thoughts in his head were making him even more confused than before. Why do I keep seeing those images? What happened? Why did it happened? Why can't I ever control myself when ever that infernal woman is involved?

Why is it I find her so captivating?

These questions rolled around in Pitch's head, demanding answers where none could be found. Yet there was a nagging sensation, one that he refused to acknowledge. It told him something, something he didn't want to hear.

You know why, you just refuse to open your eyes.

Pitch dragged his hands down his face. Mentally he imagined that his last thought was a piece of paper, and he imagined that he was ripping it in to tiny pieces and tossing it in the air, forgotten… but not really. He doubted that the parasitic thought could be killed so easily.

"Something troubling you Pitch?"

The voice sounded from the dark, echoing through the enormous caverns that Pitch called home. Part of him was glad for the voice. It saved him from the rest of his thoughts that threatened to drive him insane. However another part of him was pissed. He didn't take kindly to intruders, and whoever it was had caught him in a very bad mood.

"Who's there?!" he snarled into the shadows.

At first nothing happened, but then a figure began to form from out of the darkness. It was a boy. His face was shrouded by his hat, and a long brown leather cloak was wrapped around his body. But his wide gray-blue eyes were still visible, watching the boogieman intently.

"Ankou?"Pitch looked at the boy in front of him.

He and the young man had a bit of a past together. Ankou had helped him cause mischief a few times, scaring a few kids, starting urban ghost tales, things like that. But the boy had never been willing to cause more serious damage. That was why although they were on neutral terms with each other, they never really talked. So why was he here now?

"Why are you here Ankou? What business do you have in my lair?"He snapped.

While he harbored no harsh feelings toward the boy, Pitch couldn't say that they were the best of friends. He was almost positive that Ankou felt the same way. If the boy was here of his own free will that must have meant he wanted something, and Pitch wasn't in a very giving mood.

"I just have a question for you, and I also have some news that I think you'll be interested in."

Pitch raised a brow at the dark spirit. What kind of news did he have to offer? He thought for a moment before nodding at Ankou, signaling for him to continue. Why not listen? He had nothing to lose from answering a few questions, and everything to gain from listening to Ankou's news.

"Alright I'm listening."

Ankou nodded and began, "so…what have you been up to lately?"

Pitch looked at Ankou as if he had grown a second head. He hadn't been sure what to expect out of the question, but that certainly wasn't it. It seemed too casual, especially for the spirit of darkness. The question its self must have been double edged.

Pitch narrowed his eyes at the dark spirit. "Why the sudden interest in my personal life?"

Ankou shrugged nonchalantly, "just curious."

Pitch snorted, "Ha! I've known you long enough to know that you don't go nosing about in other peoples business just because you're curious. If you asked, that means you know something I don't, and now you're checking your information."

Ankou didn't bat an eye, but he gave a small nod. The boogieman was right, and Ankou knew better than to dig himself a deeper hole by lying to Pitch. It wouldn't do him any good denying what Pitch already knew.

"Alright, yes you're right…"he sighed admittedly.

Pitch smiled, feeling a bit pleased with himself. However now he was more curious than anything. What could Ankou possibly know that he didn't, and why would he need to know Pitch's alibi? What could possibly be important enough for the spirit of darkness to venture into the boogieman's lair?

Suddenly an ominous feeling settled in the air. Something about this entire set up seemed horribly wrong. Under normal circumstances Pitch wouldn't have minded a little trouble. This time however he had no idea what was going on, and he didn't care much for situations he had no control of. Ankou showing up here out of the blue screamed nothing but trouble.

"Ankou…" Pitch's expression became deadly serious, "why are you really here?"

The dark spirit shifted his weight nervously, refusing to meet Pitch's menacing gaze at first. Then finally he turned his troubled gray-blue eyes towards the nightmare king.

"Something's happened. But there's not a lot of information available, I was just curious if you knew something…..or if you were involved."

Pitch frowned, though he did understand that Ankou's suspicions were warranted. He usually was the first suspect when things went awry. However the guardians were usually the first ones to investigate, so why was Ankou here? He needed more information.

"What's happened? And I don't want to hear any of this 'there's not a lot of information' crap. Tell me what you know." Pitch took a threatening step towards Ankou.

To the credit of the shorter spirit, he didn't even flinch. However to say he wasn't uncomfortable would be an outright lie. Internally he was battling down the instinct to leave, and run as far away as he could. Ankou could feel his jaw twitch as he swallowed.

"It's true that you lost control of your Nightmares when you were defeated by the guardians, right?"

Pitch visibly winced at this question. That particular fact was an extremely uncomfortable topic for the boogieman. Luckily he didn't have to dwell on that statement for long. Without even waiting for an answer Ankou continued.

"The guardians found out someone or something has taken control of the Nightmares, and it's causing them to rampage. No one knows what's causing it, just that it's bad, and only going to get worse."

Pitch's brows kit together angrily. This was the first he had heard of such a thing! Why! They were his nightmares! He should have been the first to know! Unfortunately his anger was not directed at the guardians alone. He was as much to blame, if he had been stronger her would have known the moment this all started. In fact if he had been stronger it wouldn't have happened at all, at least not without him wishing it.

"Why wasn't I told about this? And why are you the one to tell me, why not the guardians?!" Pitch snarled as he took a stride towards Ankou. Ankou tensed as he looked up at the taller man who towered in front of him.

"Well that's part of the news I needed to tell you about. The guardians have called an emergency meeting," the dark spirit reached into the folds of his leather cloak, and pulled out an envelope stamped with a red seal. "They sent you an express note, I was already on my way here so I decided to just take you the note my elf…now that I think of it I probably should have done that first…"

"You don't say." The boogieman's tone dripped with sarcasm. He snatched the envelope out of Ankou's extended hand, and quickly ripped it open. While scanning through the note Pitch's brows furrowed causing them to arch into a sharp V formation.

"To Pitch Black,

An urgent meeting has been called at the North Pole due to information we have received about your Nightmares. You are to respond immediately, if not someone will be sent to escort you to the Pole. Ankou will also attend this meeting, along with a few other spirits, including Miss. O' lenturn.

The Guardians"

Pitch frowned at the letter in his hand. What the hell? He reread the letter once, then a second time, focusing on the lines that stood out the most.

Urgent meeting- respond immediately- not someone will be sent to escort you.

Including Miss. O' lenturn…

His grip on the paper grew tighter and his pulse raced through his veins as he read the last part of the note. She'll be there. Again the wave of nausea hit him, and for some unknown reason a thought snuck into his head, one he couldn't make sense of.

What if I ruined it?

Confusion slipped into his mind. Why had he thought that? What could he have ruined? It was only logic, he couldn't ruin something if there was never anything to ruin in the first place. Btu still the thought echoed in his head.

What if I ruined it?

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted his confusion. He looked up, forced to drag his eyes away from the sheet in his hands and meet Ankou's gaze. The bespectacled boy in front of him gave him an expecting gaze.

"so, you ready to head out?" Ankou asked before adding, "If we don't show up together their going to send someone else to get you. Which is fine by me, I just thought that you wouldn't be happy if they dragged you in kicking and screaming."

Pitch looked at the letter in his hands, and if looks could kill that letter would have been up in flames. Pitch didn't like being forced into anything, and as far as the guardians were concerned, they had already pushed past his limits of being bossed around. Part of him wanted to stay at his lair so they would send someone to escort him to the pole, just to spite them.

However another part of in was overwhelmed with curiosity. What was causing the rampage? As far as he knew the nightmares should have just wandered around the world, causing little to no disturbances and eventually they would disappear. Without Pitch's powers to maintain it, the nightmare sand shouldn't have been able to hold its form for so long. Something must have been holding them together.

Then there was another reason he wanted to go, although he never would have admitted to it.

… Along with a few other spirit… including Miss. O' lenturn

"Alright fine I'll go." He said, tucking the letter into his cloak, "But I hope those guardians understand just how pissed I am. Honestly, not telling me about my own nightmares!? That's foolish, even for them."

Ankou simply shrugged, choosing not to get involved with the boogieman's rant. He turned to face the wall, and placed a finger on the cold stone surface. Shadows seemed to expand from the point of his pale digit, spreading across the wall until a huge shadow, big enough to walk through, appeared in front of them.

Stepping aside, Ankou gestured to Pitch with mock politeness, "After you sir."

Pitch simply rolled his eyes, and stepped through the dark portal, allowing the shadows to consume him whole. Ankou followed after his, fighting the urge to stick his tongue out at the back of the boogieman's head. The dwindled for a moment after the two spirits stepped through, before vanishing back into thin air, leaving nothing but an empty lair…or so it seemed.

A cold rush of air was all that seemed to fill the silent void. Shadows cast by unknown light sources, danced upon the steep walls and corridors of the nightmare kings lair. The cavern was eerily still, as if the world had been frozen in a moment when no light had existed. Only the hushed whistle of wind that crept through the passage could be heard.

Then a soft giggle echoed through the cavern, making it sound louder and more ominous than it had meant to be. The sound pierced the veil of silence and permeated every room in the lair. Out of the shadows two cold, ice blue eyes appeared, scanning over the emptiness. Then a wicked smile appeared, as if the Cheshire cat himself had come to visit. However the mysterious guest was there to cause more than just a little trouble, oh no, they were there for much more than that.

"How fun!" a voice bounced off the walls falling on absent ears, "the games are finally going to start? Who knew it was so hard to catch a man's attention! Turns out raising hell with a bunch of his old minions is just the right trick!" another giggle filled the air; this one was more deranged than the last. The smile began to fade, leaving only the icy eyes, which soon began to follow. Right before they vanished completely, the voice left one last string of words before the silence fell once more.

"Well now Pitch baby, let's see if you like the present I'm about to give you"

Then silence.

A/N: Woot! I did so many things these past weeks! I went to Utah! Went to the beach! Got hit on by a creepy guy in a van (no joke 0.o)! So much fun! That's also why this chapter is a bit late, sorry about that. Anyways, you guys should check out the deviantart link on my profile! There are lots of cool pics of the OCs and i'm working on more! As always thanks for reading and please leave a review! XOXOXOXOXO