The Nightmare Queen

Chapter 2

Beginner

I was a beginner at everything, Pitch was surprised how well I can sword fight him. I remember leaving him with stinging marks and bruises on his body parts. He has taught me well. I was ready for another fight. Pitch never wanted me to attend a war and get hurt. The little fear lings were like my children that came running up to me and Pitch, licking our hands and smelling our feelings. They knew everything about me and what I was afraid of. Only down fall is that Pitch was sensitive to light. I tested that theory out. His skin was turning blood shot red on his arms, because I let him stick his arm out when the sun was out one time. I never wanted to hurt him in any way, but it was fun messing with him.

I remember asking him what his greatest fear are. He answered me and said me, because I was his life and all. And he doesn't want to lose me at all. Sometimes when sleeping. I tune in to what he would say about me leaving him, not that I want to, but just in case if anything has happened. Pitch had let me be involved in his issues with his daughter who is now Mother Nature. "Still thinking about those rascals!?" He yelled across the sword room.

"No my king."

"Good. Let's start over again shall we?" I smiled up at him. Not even knowing he glided himself closer to me with his scythe. I smiled even wider when I saw what he had in his hand.

"Fight me." I draw my sword and pointed under his chin. He gave me a seductive smile.

"Fine then. Let's end this shall we!" He swung his scythe and it almost hit me on shoulder.

"Trying to kill me!? Ha ha." He grabbed my left arm and I took my right hand with the sword and try to punch him in the gut. Instead he took my right hand and twist it. The sword dropped out of my hand. I fell. Then he went at it again. His scythe almost decapitated my head. I ducked again as he swung it back. Pitch came charging after me and I moved out of his way. He fell and hit a pole. I laughed. "Pretty tiring trying to catch me!" I picked up my sword and ran up to him. Kicking his scythe over behind him. He tried to get up. I held my sword up against his chin. "Not so clever dear?" He asked. My eyes widen and my serious face changed into a smiling face.

"Yes I am. Your scythe is too long. You know you can kill me with it. That is why I moved out of the way."

"It's a sword fight."

"Yea but you have a scythe. Not fair Pitch." I moved the sword a little until the blade cut his chin. Blood showed. I looked at it with confusion.

"You bleed? I thought you bleed black sand?" He smiled and replied. With a grin, he slowly wipes the blood off his chin.

"You are very good. Very good at fighting. Very well at holding this…blade up against my chin. As well as making bleed. So unless you want to continue to battle we can or I could stand up and walk away from you freely without the scythe in my hand?"

"Um…Okay." I helped him get up, he used his powers to get his scythe and he swung it again. I heard something and immediately react to it. I ducked again while laughing at him because he missed me again and I was not looking.

"Great! I can't even hit you." I smiled at his remark.

"Good bye Pitch!" I smiled while walking away. He stopped for a minute before saying anything.

"Don't walk away Mary. This is a sword fight, never leave your enemy with a weapon." He changed into a shadow and his shadow grew in front of me. I looked up and he was standing right there waiting for me to come to him.

"Shall we stop or continue?"

"Question!"

"Yes?"

"Can we stop and just relax for a minute?" He smiled with open arms I came in closer towards him. The closer I got to him the more he smiled showing those pointy teeth.

"I can't promise you that I will be here."

"What do you mean?" I asked with a questioning face.

"You'll see. Step closer." He whispered. I stepped closer and I unfold my hands. I tried to hug him and he magically disappeared. I felt somewhat sad about what he just did. He left me in the room alone. Then the room went from dim to dark. Really dark to the point I could not see my hands. I felt helpless and blind. I heard footsteps coming towards my back. I felt hands wrap around my waste and pull me closer meeting the mystery person's waste. Someone whispered in my ear.

"I'm right here." It was him. Pitch. I gasped for air as I felt him pushing me through the dark with his hands.

"I can't see where you are guiding me."

"Don't worry you are going the right way." And I was. We met back into the kitchen.

"See now. Your shadow is using your body form to guide you through the darkness." I was nervous but not scared at all. Pitch has his way of showing me around his world of being the boogeyman. He kissed me on the neck before walking around me and off to doing his business.

"My shadow? But! How can it be?" I asked and he walked away. I smiled at him. As he walked back to the main lair, I looked back at him. Just thinking about him made me want more from him.