I didn't sleep so well last night. Pitch checked on me a few times T'il he went to bed as well. But I kept waking up from stupid dreams. And by the looks of things,

I am guessing Jack Frost finally left me alone. My throat started to get a bit irritated, which means I caught a sore throat.

Just as I needed. I finally decided to get out of bed and went downstairs to make a cup of tea.

"Damn! I cant believe I'm out of Sore Throat Wellness tea. Can't this get any worse?"

I rubbed my throat as I tried to swallow. I should've gotten my tonsils removed last year. It was only 12:45am and the others aren't even back yet. Well Peppermint

Tea can help. I went through the Hallway to the living room as the electric kettle was warming up. I took a peak to the Stairway, looking at each of the spare bedroom

doors, making sure I wasn't making too much noise to wake up Pitch, so far I didn't hear him. I walked back to the Kitchen, without a scare this time, Pitch was

standing near the counter, gently pouring the kettle into my cup. He looked over his shoulder, that smirk came across his face.

"Can't sleep?

I walked over to stand beside him.

"Yea, but how did you..?"

"Shadows."

"Pitch, how much you do think i have to learn?"

"Well, I can tell you know how to use your powers to absorb fear from your enemies..but do you know how to use the fear to make it alot more scarier?"

I nodded, "I learned that from David."

Pitch smiled, "How about Fearlings?"

I raised my eyebrow, "What is that?"

He passed my tea, "Sugar?"

I shook my head.

"They're creatures, loyal but somtimes not all loyal, can be a bit of backstabbers unless you know how to control them very well. They are part of our powers.

Any shape you can create to use them. They're just like me, thrive of fear and they will do anything to get it."

"Do you know how?"

Pitch opened his hand to me, a small vortex of black sand formed in his hand, my eyes was carefully observing.

"Is that sand?"

Pitch nodded, "it was trick I learned from the Sandman, took me awhile to learn and then can make a simple combination."

It dissapered, a small looking of a horse was in Pitch's hand. My eyes widen.

"Wowie! That's amazing."

"This is a Fearling. With alot of practice, you can make your own but you have to be careful."

After taking a small sip, I placed my cup on the counter. My eyes were still looking at the little thing. slowly reaching my finger near it.

"Hey, little one. Aren't you cute?"

The horse snorted, Slowly rubbing my finger under his neck in circle horse seem under a bit confused for a second but let out a neigh that he was

enjoying this. Pitch couldnt help but chuckle a bit.

I looked back at him,

"I'm guessing you love horses?"

Pitch waved his hand. The Fearling vanished.

"Another story for another time."

I smiled as I grabbed my cup.

While returning to my bedroom, I asked Pitch to come in, he followed me and closed my door.

I sat down on my bed and he came over to sit across from me.

"You think it will go away in the morning?"

Pitch leaned over and rubbed my neck for a few seconds.

"Does it hurt?"

I shook my head, "Just make sure you dont catch my ticklish spot."

we both smiled.

"Not tonight, My lady. I want you to get some rest and..."

Pitch took his hands away from me and rub his finger and thumb together over my cup. 3 small stands of black sand went into my cup. One thing I noticed it turned

blue in my tea.

"This should help. It's another trick I will teach you."

"What is it?"

"A little healing since your throat isnt that bad. Now get some rest."

I drunk the rest of my tea and out it on my nightstand.

Pitch tucked me in and stroked my cheek. Pitch smiled at me and looked over at me.

"Pitch?"

"Hm?"

"Did you have a daughter?"

Pitch nodded.

"Do you miss her?"

"Everyday...I just wish I can see her."

"Hey, you will, I bet not one second she misses you too."

Pitch couldn't help but feel love in his heart from my words.

my eyes started to become heavy, "Goodnight Pitch."

Pitch leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Sweet nightmares, My Lady."

I smiled as I drift to sleep. Pitch got up and went to my door, he looked over to me,

"Thank you...My Anna."

The clock striked 2 a.m. Pitch opened the door as the others finally arrived back home.

"Hello, Boogie!" Dean said with a smirk.

Everyone walked over to the living room, Pitch sat back down in a chair. Most of the Others stood up.

Mariska was exhausted from driving.

Sam looked over to Pitch, "Everything okay?"

"I'm gonna guess Jack has skipped town. I havent heard a thing all night and Anna is sound asleep."

Mariska asked, "But why would he mess with Anna?"

Dean replied, "Have a hunch. He probably thinks Anna is working for Pitch."

Sam replied, "I dont think so, Dean."

Dean asked, "Well, you got anything? Right now, I want to know the whole damn truth because of these fucking angels!"

Swann replied, "Me too. Well by the looks of things, they're fucking up."

Pitch cracked an idea!

"Wait a minute...!"

Pitch got up from the chair.

"If my theory is correct...David might not be dead."

Dean, Sam and the others were puzzled by Pitch's words.

"What do you mean he might not be dead?"

"If David was alot stronger that I thought, he must've know... You cannot kill a Boogeyman like a human. But If David knew something, he might of faked his own death

If someone was after him."

"How can he fake his own death?"

Pitch replied, "Very simple to master that trick. Believe me, I done it once in the Golden age."

Swann interrrupted, "Thought would explain why he was acting weird. But why couldnt he tell us?"

Sam replied, "Maybe it wasn't after us...Maybe someone was after him.

Swann said, "He still could've told us!"

Sam said, "Not unless he thought might've been too much for us and didn't want us to get hurt."

Juliett asked, "But If David is still alive, what about his body?"

Dean replied, "If he returns...he still needs his body. Pitch, what excactly is this trick?"

Pitch replied, "A Boogeyman can go under a deep slumber, the heart and organs can stop completley. Making you look like you really dead, his soul is still latch to

his body just shut down. That's why the Angels can't find it. If I am right, the person thought it really killed David,

all he have to do is bring his body back and wake him up."

"And how?"

Pitch replied, "Only I can."

without them knowing, I was awake and heard everything. I started to break into tears..."David...please be alive!"

**heya guys i hope you enjoyed this chapter. Chapter 15 will be up on Wednesday! CYA THEN!**