AN: Long time no see! This one took me awhile because of the Christmas-stuff etc, I'm terribly sorry about that! I hope you guys didn't give up from hope; I am not done with this story yet!

Awesome news: I have a beta now! Huuuge credit for ByeByeRainBird for doing so awesome work with this story! Former chapters have also been freed from my awful grammar and lack of good adjectives. But enough with the chattering, let's get down to business!

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"This won't take long, Ms. Dove. We just want to ask a few questions. Would you like something to drink?"

"No."

"Okay then, let's begin." The detective pulled out a black pen from his pocket, preparing to take notes as he started questioning Sera.

"So, you share your apartment with William Jackson, correct?"

"I am."

"And Mr. Salford broke in your house while no one was present?"

"He did."

"Have you met him recently before this?"

"No."

"Not once?"

"I said no, detective."

"I see. Did he attack you first?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to describe this more closely?"

"He came at me with his switchblade. I pushed him down to the floor."

"You seem rather… small, compared to a grown man like him."

"Do I?"

"So… I just… How did you actually overpower him exactly?"

"I bashed his face in with a lamp."

"I see... Why do you think he attacked you?"

"You have the file right there, you know. He fucking went to prison because he got caught violating me, what the hell do you think?"

"There's no reason to get aggressive."

"He tried to kill me because you let him out of jail, just like that! Don't you try to tell me that I'm not allowed to get aggressive!"

"You need to calm down before we can continue this, Miss Dove."

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She sat on a windowsill and warmed her hands with a cup of green tea. Sera hated green tea to be honest, but drinking it was a habit. She had a lot of habits she couldn't let go of. Her house smelled like detergent. Bill had thoughtfully scrubbed Sid's blood off the floor before dropping her off at the police station. She had barely managed to persuade him to go to work. It was raining outside as she stared off through the window, and Sera felt like singing.

"So playful, so wild,
My heart beats like a child
The scent of romance,
The danger, the dance,

Feel the light,
Taste the dark,

Play with all of your heart,

The passion, The heat,
Your lips,
So sweet."

Song dripped off of her lips reflexively, until she reminded herself not to sing. An irritated throat was the last thing Sera needed right now. It was strange, really. The thing she had feared so much had just happened and she only felt tired, empty. Even though there was so much weird shit to worry about. That wicked voice, for example.

The tea in Sera's cup cooled and she set it aside without taking a sip. She went to change into Bill's shirt, took her pill for the first time in a week, and curled up on the sofa. Bill had never learned to understand why Sera didn't want to sleep in the bedroom. Not that he needed to.

What Sera didn't know was that she had company. In fact, there was a dark figure sitting on right next to her. The golden eyes of Pitch Black were fixed on her as she attempted to turn into a little ball. His slender fingers balled to fists as he resisted the urge to whisper some sweet dreams into Sera's ear. Patience; he needed to be patient. It would be much more fun, when he could also feel that pale delicate skin under his fingers. Yes, it would definitely be worth it…

Pitch wasn't afraid of the Guardians; they wouldn't search him at a place where they had already held him captive. He had plenty of time to play with his new toy. An almost gentle-like smile formed on the Boogeyman's lips as her eyes flickered shut and golden sand started to form its calm shapes.

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The first thing she recognized was the smell, like always. It was a stifling, heavy scent of dust with a sweet-like hint of weed; the smell of Sid. Then, she noted the dirty pile of mattresses in the corner and felt the dusty cold wood under her bare feet. She was there again, in that room. Sera shut her eyes, waiting for Sid to grab her from behind, as he always does. Then she would feel the cold and narrow blade on her cheek, and hear Sid whispering of how much he loved her as she would stand, paralyzed…

Arms wrapped themselves around her waist, like she had expected. For a moment, nothing happened, but then a nose pushed its way through Sera's curls. The person behind her inhaled deeply, smelling her hair. She furrowed her eyebrows, eyes still shut. No, this wasn't right. It broke the pattern.

Sera's eyes shot open. The room was different. Wood had changed to rough stone. It was dark, only some cold dim light came from some place she couldn't see. A cold body pressed against Sera's back that wasn't Sid's. She realized it was taller and slimmer. It can't be, she thought.

Sera suddenly broke away from the embrace and spun around. For a moment the girl just stared at the dark figure in front of her. It was him. The stranger who had occasionally made an appearance in her dreams since she was little. He was wearing some weird black robe that left a narrow strip of grey skin exposed on the chest. Sera raised her eyes to his face. He had a gaunt-like face, narrow lips, almost nonexistent cheeks and clearly visible cheekbones. His nose reminded her of a hawk, and so did his golden eyes that now shined of triumph. Sera had liked his clear unique features when she had sketched his face on a paper couple of days ago.

"You," Sera breathed, looking baffled as she backed up few steps. "I've seen you before." It wasn't unusual for her to dream about him (this was a dream, right?) but now something was different. Everything was too clear, as if it was really happening. The dark man smirked looking down at her intensively.

"Now have you?" Sera's eyes widened. That voice. She had only heard it a few times, but she recognized it. It was a dark, smooth, and sinister British accent that usually seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Who are you?" she asked with a low voice. "Or what are you?"

"Oh, where are my manners?" he chuckled, still smirking. "I, my dear, am Pitch Black," he bowed dramatically, "the King of Nightmares; also known as the Bogeyman."

Sera snorted. "King of Nightmares, huh? No wonder I've seen you before."

He let out a low laugh at her remark. "It is very delightful to talk with you properly" he said. "Our former conversations have been rather short and… one-sided."

What and odd dream, Sera thought. Maybe her sub consciousness was trying to tell her something. "So you are the voice I have been hearing?" she asked as he stepped closer.

"Indeed. You don't see me while you're awake because you don't fully believe I exist. You think I'm a product of your imagination." His golden eyes glittered in the darkness and he was standing so close it made Sera feel a little uncomfortable. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to use some rather extreme means to get you to believe in me."

Wait, so this random grey dude was saying he wasn't invented by Sera? Damn this dream is fucked up. "You're lying," Sera stated, furrowing her brow.

Pitch's smile grew wider. "I guess that's true. I'm not sorry."

Without warning, he grabbed Sera's wrists and shoved her against a cold stone wall. Sera let out a surprised cry. Pitch let go of her, but her wrists remained above her head against the wall, tied by something she couldn't see. He cupped her cheeks with his long fingers. Sera narrowed her eyes and tried to move her face away. Pitch only held on tighter, his sharp fingernails slightly digging into her skin. He leaned down to meet her eyelevel, just a few inches away. "You have no idea how wonderful this feels," he murmured, grinning maliciously.

Something cold started to grow within Sera, making it hard to swallow. It was the loathing and fear, the pure hatred that raised its head whenever her personal space was invaded. "Don't touch me," she hissed.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Pitch's grin grew wider, exposing his jagged teeth. "Not after waiting for so long." Now he was running his hands up and down on her thin but firm arms, pulling the loose long sleeves of Bill's shirt down.

"Why, what have we here?" he purred. "Another tattoo!" He was caressing a spot under her left wrist, where Sera knew was her newest tattoo, a dark purple butterfly. After everything she had gone through with Sid, she had taken it to remind herself of her weakness. Physically, she was nothing but a fragile butterfly and she needed to protect herself and be strong from the inside.

Right now, Sera felt like she had been pinned in place with a needle. Pitch wasn't too helpful when he pierced the delicate skin with his nail. Sera bit her lip, to not make a sound. A warm stream of blood ran down her arm. The man's eyes flashed when he turned to lick it, placing a soft kiss on the small cut. Chills ran down Sera's spine. This guy is sick.

"Which reminds me," he said with a sudden cheery tone. Sera's eyes widened of surprise when he grabbed her other thigh. "I've always wondered how high this goes." he said, while running his finger along her barbwire tattoo. When he started to lift the shirt she was wearing, Sera decided she had had enough of this sudden assault.

She kicked him in the stomach with her knee and started to fiercely struggle out of her bonds. Her trademark kick to the kidneys, that usually got even a bigger man on his knees, had no effect on the Nightmare King. He grabbed her from waist and pulled her closer, laughing at the show she was giving him. "Yes, fight me!" he said in between his chuckles. He didn't need to tell her twice. Sera kicked and tugged her hands with absolutely no results.

Suddenly, Pitch placed his mouth on Sera's collarbone and a shooting pain pierced her skin. She couldn't help but throw her head back and scream. Every single tooth that bit her was sharp and it hurt like hell. He raised his head to face her and his mouth was covered in crimson, dripping down his chin.

"You fucking bit me!" Sera heard herself exclaim, wherever that came from. Pitch licked his lips and grinned at her darkly.

"You taste nice" he said crushed his mouth against hers.

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Sera jumped to sitting position, panting heavily. The dream was clearly in her head, as if it had just happened. She could almost feel the slender body pressed against her torso, his warm breath on her neck. That's it, it was official now. She was fucking out of her mind. The hamster had fallen off the wheel. Sera almost laughed out loud.

The Boogeyman, huh? Sera ran a hand thorough her dark messy locks. It wasn't hard to guess where that had come from. She had been a strong believer as a child that she used to shake out of fear at night, knowing he would come and give her terrible dreams of drowning, burning and being hated by all. Especially when mom had been out and I was alone, Sera shuddered. As she had grown older, however, she had stopped thinking about the Boogeyman, but the sense of his presence had remained. And that's why she hated sleeping in the bedroom. She felt like the shadows were watching, as stupid as it was to think.

Sera stood up slowly, her whole body feeling oddly sore. She would need a shower. The girl made her way to the bathroom quietly, not to wake Bill up (he must have returned from work by now) and locked the door carefully. She was just about to pull her shirt over her head, when her eyes met her reflection in the mirror. For a moment, Sera just stood there, frozen on her feet. Then she very slowly leaned closer, examining her collarbone. It was surrounded by nasty looking, bloody bite marks.

Her vision blurred for a moment as the realization shot thorough her. It really happened. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the air around her started to thicken and turn darker. Sera's hands started to shake when a familiar pair of sharp golden eyes stared at her from the mirror. Pitch Black was standing behind her, his arms possessively around her waist. Only now she could feel the warmth of his body. "Well that didn't take long" he chuckled.

"No," Sera whispered with a hoarse voice. Dark sand was creeping up her legs. Pitch just grinned at her thorough the mirror, his teeth still covered in blood, as they were both sucked down into the darkness.

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AN: This is a point I would love to get reviews from you guys! What do you think about Pitch's and Sera's interaction and is there something you would like to see? The song Sera was singing is by the way a real thing. I'm not able to put a link here, but if you search 'sims 2 taste the dark' from youtube, it's in the first video it offers. I recommend it, it's a nice and twisted little song. :)

Thanks for reading dearies!

~Janice