A few things, to:-
Alvarie Army: He didn't call her a name, she is a Halfling- half mortal and half immortal because her dad's a moon guard :)
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Snowtiger: Haha, thanks, I love that song too. Erm, I haven't actually wrote my favorite part yet but I will- it comes at the end of this story which is actually, soon :)
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So, the last chapter caused quite a ruse and I apologize for not warning you guys sooner. Just to tell you, this chapter too has some surprising twist of events. Don't say I didn't warn you. Please, please, please listen to:
Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin (it's perfect!)
You shrieked as you attempted to get away but the strange man just kept on following you.
Suddenly, you found yourself cowering against the wall, the blood rushing to your ears as you thought you might puke.
"There, there, I know you're scared, but trust me, when I get through with you…" he let his threat hang in the air, open and terrifying as his amber eyes glinted maliciously at you.
"Who- Who are you?" you asked, momentarily sidetracked and forgetting what Jack had told you.
He gave a scoff of indignation as he stroked one pointy finger on his chin.
"So your shamble of a Guardian didn't tell you who I was, didn't he?" he asked in a belittling tone, trying to intimidate you.
Suddenly, it hit you.
"The boogeyman?" you whispered as his grin grew wider.
"And she remembers! How lovely," he said as he narrowed his yellow eyes into slits.
"My, my, you do look so much like that damn father of yours… It makes me… Furious," he purred as he kneeled down to look you in the eye.
You hastily tried to back away from him but his hand suddenly shot out- fingernails digging hard into your skin that you gave a muffled whimper.
"I wonder how he will take it, when the daughter he left- to protect- out of the sudden…" he leaned closer so that his breath was tickling your ear.
"-died," he finished and lifted you by your hand while throwing you to the opposite of the room.
A rush of pain blinded you when you collided with the wall and you gave a groan of pain.
The boogeyman was advancing towards you again, with a look of evil reflected plainly in his face.
Suddenly you understood the meaning of the phrase 'if looks could kill'.
His stare alone felt like it could pierce a knife through your soul.
"Or maybe, I'll just turn you into a Fearling," he crooned, lifting you up and throwing you once again to the other wall.
A high keening wail escaped from your lips as you felt the solid impact of the wall and you could have sworn you heard something break.
He strode towards you again and you couldn't help the tremble of fear you felt at his presence.
"Besides, the daughter of a moon guard will make a delightful addition," he said and your eyes widened when you saw what looked to be a scythe made out of black sand suddenly appear in his grey hands.
The boogeyman poised the evil looking contraption and was about to bring it down on you when you lifted up your hands, a terrified shriek leaving you.
"No!" you screamed as a sudden blast of heat that escaped your fingertips shocked you.
You heard him give a small yell and when you opened your eyes, you were bewildered to see… Moonlight?
Pure light radiated from your fingertips, forming a shield that protected you from his scythe's impact.
The boogeyman's look of rage was terrifying as he glanced at you with a venomous look.
"Impressive, but let's see how long your pathetic shield can keep up!" he snarled and was about to bring the weapon down on you again when your window burst open and bits of frost flew everywhere around your room.
Rising from the window, with a staff in hand was Jack who spared you one glance and then turned to the boogeyman, rage written clearly on his face.
"Pitch," he growled as the boogeyman smiled.
"Ah, Jack Frost, long time no see," he said and Jack narrowed his eyes.
"Was planning to keep it that way, boogerman," he said maliciously as Pitch's eyes widened in anger.
"How dare you?!" he screeched as he lunged forward, scythe at the ready.
Jack expertly dodged his hit as he retaliated with a blast of ice on Pitch's face, causing a few cuts to appear on his grey complexion.
Pitch snarled as he swung his scythe again, narrowly missing Jack's head as the winter spirit ducked and used his staff – slamming it into boogeyman's back.
By now you were terrified as you witnessed the fight, the heat from your fingertips long gone.
Vaguely, you wondered what could have brought Pitch here and then you realized- your fear of losing Jack.
It was so strong that it even attracted the King of Nightmares to haunt you in your sleep.
And now he had found you.
You gasped when you saw that Pitch managed to get the upper hand as he used his nightmare sand to swirl around Jack's hands, throwing the winter spirit off and making him fly across the room- to where you were.
"Jack!" you yelled as you immediately tried to assess if there was anything broken in him.
He gave a weak wheeze, trying to get his breathing back.
"Run, (F/N), go, I don't know how long I can-
He was interrupted when Pitch used is nightmare sand again, to string Jack up and make him look like a marionette.
Enraged, the winter spirit's face contorted into a frightening snarl as the crook tip of his staff began turning blue.
The air in the room felt as if it had gone a few degrees colder as you shivered.
With a blast of his power, Jack's staff emitted a frozen pulse that froze the dark manacles around his hand and to an extent, Pitch's scythe.
Jack used the frost to his advantage as he aimed a kick at the frozen staff, effectively shattering it into a million pieces.
Pitch gave a slight gasp as he backed away from the now angry winter spirit.
Jack's anger made his whole form illuminate with a light blue sheen, as if the raw emotion alighted his power.
The Nightmare King held up his hands in a show of surrender and you couldn't help the relief you felt.
Jack was here to save you.
He always did.
With a surprised gasp, you didn't realize that Pitch's nightmare sand was winding its way to your leg as the damn sand suddenly lifted you in the air and brought you into Pitch's arms.
Jack made a move towards Pitch but he immediately fashioned a knife from his sand and held it to your neck.
You trembled when you felt the cool blade pushed into your skin.
"One more move, Frost, and the Halfling becomes a Fearling," he said in a voice like poison silk as his amber eyes narrowed.
Jack hesitated for a minute, before reluctantly ceasing his powers, the light leaving from his form.
His shoulders slump as he gave a sigh of defeat.
He looked up at you with an apologetic look in his weary blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," he mouthed as you bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears of frustration from dripping down.
Pitch chuckled, a sound that resembled choking a crow to death.
"Very good, Frost, now hand me the silver band," he said as Jack's eyes lighted with anger but before he could even make a move, the blade pressed harder into your skin.
You whimpered from the pain as you felt a few drops of warm liquid forming at the tips of the blade.
Jack scowled but nonetheless abided as he roughly handed Pitch the silver band.
Immediately, Jack disappeared, but you knew he was still in the room.
You close your eyes and chanted, I believe, I believe, I believe.
Opening them, you breathed a small sigh of relief when the now white haired Jack was standing in front of you.
With one hand, Pitch admired the silver band before tossing it into a pocket of his cloak.
"Easier to haunt kids now that they can see me," he explained as Jack gasped.
"Pitch! You little…" but a scream from you cut him off as the pain in your neck blinded you.
Jack spluttered and froze, his blue eyes wide.
"Please, don't hurt her, I'll do anything" Jack said desperately as the pain stopped and you nearly fell over.
Pitch toyed with the idea in his mind as he finally grinned.
But before Pitch could say anything, Jack interrupted with a statement that choked the breathing in your lungs.
"Does the offer still stand?"
Pitch too was caught off guard as he studied the winter spirit now with a new curiosity.
"I'll join you, and… We could rule together, as you once said," Jack replied, the sudden coldness in his voice unmistakable.
"My, my Jack, would you really turn your backs on the Guardians… All for a simple girl?"
Jack nodded, a dark look clouding his eyes as he glanced derisively at you.
"My fight with you made me realized how… Tiring it is being on the good side."
You could have sworn you gave a choked gasp.
Pitch seemed to be taking his time in considering Jack's offer as his amber eyes glared- snake like at you.
"Hmm, the daughter of a moon guard or the prince of winter, I wonder…"
Suddenly, he released you as you went falling to the ground.
The breath left you in a 'whoosh' as you immediately scrambled to get back up.
You got up just in time to see Jack and Pitch shake hands, and the terror that flooded your chest was raw and unmistakable.
Betrayal.
Jack had betrayed you.
"Jack! How could you?" you questioned brokenheartedly as you swore you saw a look of shame pass his face.
But it immediately wiped out to reveal the new evil Jack's sneer.
"Pretty easy," he replied nonchalantly as Pitch gave a chuckle.
"Your well on your way already… My dark prince," he said, laughing eerily.
Jack walked up to Pitch's side as the Nightmare King placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Au revoir," Pitch said as Jack gave you an impassive look.
In a blink of an eye, they disappeared.