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I knew what room Pitch took Jack to but I wasn't going there yet. Not by far. I walked around for a little bit thinking about Pitch and why Jack would kill my family. As I walked I nearly tripped over something. I looked down and saw that I stepped on Jacks staff. I got an idea just as I touched the wood. I could beat the information out of him with his staff. A sick smile twisted my face and i saw something blue form in the crook of the staff. It was a ball of electricity like I can make with my hands.
"ooh. This is neat." I pointed the staff away from me and make a scorch mark in the wall closest to me. I giggled evilly then flew away to interrogate Jack.
I was going to find out either way why he killed them and forced me to kill myself. Cursing me to live forever like this. Like a spirit, alone, unable to reach out to anyone. Have someone see me... I stopped in the middle of the hallway, the electric ball illuminating the way. My heart clenched painfully I wanted my family here with me. I want then to see me, and tell me I'm doing the wrong thing. I dropped the staff making the ball disappear and the light with it. I'm nothing without them I fell to my knees and tied my hair back. If I was going to release my anger I don't want anything getting in my way.
I froze as soon as my white hair was in a high pony tail. If I wanted to hurt him I would leave him alone for a few days and say that we killed his friends. The Guardians. I heard soft footsteps coming up behind me and I knew it was Pitch. I didn't want to talk to him though. I felt bad enough as it was.
"I'm not married."
I frowned and turned to see Pitch leaning against the wall behind me. His arms crossed and his legs supporting his weight as he leaned.
"What? YOu eves dropped on me didn't you?" I asked sitting back so I can watch his face.
He nodded and opened his eyes. His golden silver eyes were filled with hurt and... nervousness? Why is he nervous? Him Pitch Black, the boogeyman nervous. I tried not to smirk and looked down to my hands. Pale and small and nimble like they were when I was alive just more pale. I felt a feather light touch caress my cheek making me look up. Pitch crouched in front of me staring into my eyes.
"What color are my eyes?" I asked him.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I havent looked in a mirror since I died. I want to know what color they are..." I shot back.
Pitch hesitated before whispering, "Purple, your eyes are purple."
I sighed. My mothers beautiful blue eyes were no longer mine to keep. They were gone and I just wanted to die again. I closed my eyes and pulled Pitch's hand away from my cheek.
"Thank you... for helping me Pitch." I looked away from him feeling tears coming.
Why can't he leave me along to cry in peace? To mourn over loosing his love for me? Pitch came closer to me and tried to make me look at him but I closed my eyes and jerked my head away from him.
"Look at me... Tanya. Please... loke at me." His voice was deeper now and made me want him even more.
I reluctantly opened my eyes and looked at Pitch. He was so close now I could just reach out and touch his face and tell him how much I loved him but he would probably disappear again. He stared at me for what seemed like hours then leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away from him immediately not comphtorble knowing he was just trying to make me feel better. I saw Pitch frown out of the corner of my eye.
"Why have you changed so fast?" He asked me sitting across from me.
I didn't answer him fearing my voice would give out on me. Gah hes so hot and amazing. Why can't he see that he can do good things? I sighed then swallowed thickly.
"You have a light heart Pitch. THere's good in you Pitch.." I whispered.
"You are a strange woman Tanya..." It sounded almost like the teachers at my highschool did when I would do something strange.
My heart dropped at that sound. I knew he didn't return my feelings for him.
"...I like that."
I looked at him like he was insane. Did he say that he liked my being weird?
"Don't play me Pitch. No one likes a girl who does things that aren't normal. Arent part of the status quo, the fact that I'm an artist is because I defied that and have been mocked for it. Don't be like them don't tease me."
I stood and tried to leave the hall to think but I was stopped by a warm hand on my arm. Why wouldn't he let me go? Let me dry in peace and then take my anger out on Jack by tourchering him? Why? Before I had a chance to ask him why he kissed me again and kept me close to his body. Silent tears swept down my face as he kissed me. He didn't love me, he would never love me, he only had room for his daughter and lover. Pitch pulled away from me and wiped my wet cheeks.
"I wouldn't play with you like that. I love everything that's not normal. especially... you."
My heart almost stopped when he said that. He loves me? He loves me! Was he just trying to make me feel better to make me stop crying? The doubt must have shown on my face because Pitch kissed my forehead then rested his against mine. His eyes filled with nothing but caring and devotion for me in them. It made me feel wanted and better than ever.
"I love you Tanya."
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