Okay guys I'm really sorry for how long it took me to update, but I was so swamped with school, and work, and exams. It was crazy! This chapter isn't very long and I also apologize for that as well. The good news is is that I'm on break now so I can update more regularly! I also went and saw Rise of the Guardians for the third time tonight and I swear guys it gets better with every viewing. Thanks again for all the reviews and follows! I am amazed at how much support this story is getting. I really appreciate it!

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Disturbing imagery, violence, blood.

"Those poor little Guardians are probably scrambling to save their newest member…how adorable. Little do they know that the boy is beyond saving. They haven't even realized that they've left the children of the world vulnerable, vulnerable to my nightmares hahaha…"

Pitch Black stood proudly in front of a giant globe within his throne room. His lips continuing to twitch into a twisted smile as the thoughts of finally killing the Guardians and casting the world in to darkness filled his mind. He smirked at the yellow lights that illuminated the giant sphere, knowing full well they were soon going to go out.

Silently he raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist black sand began to leave the walls of the fortress and collect into a huge nightmare horse. "Ah there we are, such a pretty thing you are." Pitch cooed as he began to stroke the mane of the massive fearling. "We've been waiting for this day for a long time haven't we girl?" he whispered in an almost loving way. "Now it's time to let my nightmares do their work. With North out of the way and the Guardians in shambles, I finally have the edge I've been waiting for. Now go gather the others. It's time to attack. The Guardians won't be able to stop the fear this time."

Nightmares flooded the rooms of small children who dreamed around the world. The golden sand that danced above their heads was attacked viciously by the black stallions. In Russia a boy who dreamed of playing with a puppy began to squirm uncomfortably in his sleep, grasping tightly at his pillow.

Another girl in Japan cried out in fear as the dream of riding a dragon morphed into twisted images of the dragon turning on her and attacking.

And in Burgess, Pennsylvania Jamie Bennett, now around the age of 11, screamed in his sleep as he watched a once pleasant dream turn into an excruciating nightmare. He twisted and turned in his bed, unknowingly throwing the covers to the cold wooden floor below. Whimpers and grunts continued to escape the boy as the black sand replaced all of the gold. The boy didn't even know that he wasn't alone in the room anymore.

Jamie was playing with Jack Frost, one of his best friends in the entire world. He was the first child in over three centuries that was able to see the mischievous winter spirit and ever since they were so close it was almost like Jack had become a brother to Jamie.

They were sledding down a large hill, zigzagging through trees and having the time of their lives, it was perfect. That is, until suddenly everything around them began to darken. The sled disappeared, the trees and the snow faded to nothingness. Both Jamie and Jack whirled around as they watched everything around them fade into complete darkness.

Jamie stood there terrified. He watched as Jack turned and tried to approached him and tell him everything was going to be all right. That was when he saw it, a figure, something moving in the darkness behind Jack. Terror filled Jamie as he noticed an ominous figure emerge from the darkness, a long, sharp sword clutched tightly in its thin bony fingers. It looked right at Jamie before donning a wicked smile on its face.

He tried to warn Jack, he screamed and pointed to the threat behind the white haired boy, but no matter how much he tried, nothing reached him. Jamie could only watch in horror as the creature suddenly grabbed Jack by his hair roughly, forcing him to move away from Jamie. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes as he tried to move and help Jack, watching the winter spirit struggle in the creatures clutches. But as soon as he tried to move he found his feet were glued to the ground.

The creature slowly pulled its arm back, aligning the blade with Jack's back and in one swift motion plunged the blade through Jack's thin body. It tore through him like he was nothing. Crimson crept down the blade all the way to the handle.

Jack screamed loud and long, blood seeping quickly into his frosted blue hoodie. Jamie cried for him, screaming his name, begging for the creature to stop, to let Jack live, to leave him alone.

Jack clumsily tried to grasp the sword, trying to keep it from cutting him more. His legs began to shake as blood continued to pour out of the wound. After a few more seconds the sword was ripped back out of him, tearing more shrill screams out of the youngest Guardian.

Now Jamie was screaming along with him, clenching his eyes shut. He didn't know what to do; he just wanted to save his best friend. He wanted to move and help him; his body was filled with adrenaline and panic.

The monster that still held Jack firmly just laughed at the both of them, almost as if he was delighted with Jack's screams and Jamie's tears. "This is your nightmare Jamie Bennett, and this is the nightmare I will torment you with as punishment for what you did to me a year ago."

Jamie's eyes widened as Jack was thrown to the cold harsh ground in front of him. Jack weakly looked up at him, trying to reach out to the Jamie's frightened form, blood dripping from his mouth.

Jamie continued to scream and sob as he saw a pool of red form around his friend, the light of life fleeing from his blue orbs.

"Come now Jamie, you didn't really think I would just go away did you? You didn't think I would just disappear after that day, that fear would suddenly disappear from the world just like that…"

Brown eyes widened as the word fear rang out in the darkness. Fear…There was only one man he associated the word fear with. Carefully the boy looked up, tears still staining his cheeks. Instead of seeing a formless creature like before, he found himself staring at Pitch Black, king of nightmares…

"Time to wake up child…"

Jamie's sleeping form jolted awake, his body flying up into a sitting position. He heaved air into his lungs in big gulps. Sweat matted his hair and forehead. The thumping of his heart filled his ears. He barely had time to try to calm himself down when fear filled him again. He wasn't alone in his room.

"So, the boy who refused to stop believing is finally awake…How did you like my nightmare? Hahaha."