Hi everyone! :D I'm still trying to get everything in order but I figured you guys would like something while you wait. It's short I know, *Sweat drops and gives sheepish grin*, but at least it's something, right? No? Ok. 6_6" Anyway, I'm trying I am! Also I'm going on a two day vaction on Saturday and Sunday so maybe I'll get insperation then. :D Sorry for any spelling errors, I sleep on my arm last night and it still is numb. :P Enjoy Chapter 15!
Pitch Black was in deep thought. He rested like a dangerous leopard on his throne, gold eyes staring out at his gothic styled lair. The bird cages that hung from the 'ceiling' swayed from a breeze that came in though the entrance hole.
Why is he in deep thought you might ask?
Simple it seems the Guardians have disappeared. It had made instant news among the other spirits, gossip spreading faster then a wild fire.
After being trapped in his own lair but his own nightmares, he had been happy to hear the Guardians were gone; but he was no idiot, he knew there had to be a reason they had all disappeared with out a trace. Even more so after he had felt Jack Frost's spike of fear before the supposed time they went missing.
Jack Frost.
Even the thought of the white haired Winter Spirit left an odd taste in his mouth. Like a mix of a bitter and sweet on his tongue. The youngest spirit in both years and looks, and maybe even the strongest too. His fear tasted amazing, cold like snow but sweetened like caramel, just like when he was human.
Yes he stilled remembered dear Jackson Overlander. It's wasn't hard to guess they were the same person, despite Tsar's effort. The most difference was the hair and eyes. Tsar would have to be more of a fool then he believed if he thought trying to hide him would work.
Why didn't he try to make Jack his Fearling Prince during that whole Easter ordeal? Even if he would not admit it out loud, Pitch knew it hadn't been his most thought out plan. Even if he had said he had spent centuries planning, which he had, it had been one of his least thought-though ones. There had been a few holes in it and Jack suddenly being chosen to become a Guardian and messing it all up had been the icing on the cake.
It didn't help he had let his anger control his judgment in Antarctica, which resulted in him breaking Jack's staff and tossing him in a hole.
He wouldn't admit it but he had been slightly glad Jack had survived and fixed his staff, Of course that turned to anger again when he returned to help the Guardians defeat him.
Why didn't the boy just take his offer?! He could make him a Prince and giving something he had longed for, for so long: Belief. Sure that may require some fear, but what went better the cold and dark? After all isn't the saying when you're afraid you get 'a chill down your spine'?
All he needed was for Jack to be separated from the Guardians for a mere hour and he would be his.
Pitch smiled coldly at the open air in front of him. "Don't get comfort, Jack, because as soon as you and those pathetic Guardians return…you will be mine."
His dark eerie laugh echo around the empty lair.
More will, hopefully, come soon. :) Hope you liked! R&R plz! Ta.
GWDG