Zoey looked around on the bus that she was on. Jamie and his friends were up at the front of the bus, meaning that she was close enough to hear what they were talking about.

"Hey Claude remember when we helped The Guardians?" asked one of the twins.

"Yea, it was scary, but man was it cool! Right Cupcake?" Claude replied to Caleb. A burly girl nodded near them.

"We did help beat the Boogieman." She said as all the other kids nodded. Zoey sat up straighter at the name Boogieman.

"Wait, the Boogieman?" The teen asked Jamie, who happened to be sitting in front of her; Jamie nodded.

"You properly don't know who he is." Jamie told her, with a slight frown on his face.

"Oh, I know the Boogieman alright. I saw him when I was a little ripper." I retorted. All of the kids that were talking looked at me with a look of shock. "I just moved here, ok." I muttered with a little bit of worry.

"It's not that!" A smaller boy with blond hair and glasses, but then he frowned. "OK, maybe it is the accent…." He muttered, fixing his red glasses. The other kids looked at her, nervous. Zoey shrugged.

"I got that a lot today, I usually do. And I meant it what I said 'bout meeting the Boogieman." She said in a hushed tone. All the kids looked at her in pure fascination. "I was about you little ankle-bitters age when I saw him…. It was also the last time I saw my mum….." They gasped.

"The Boogieman took your mom?" Said the girl with the white and green striped cap, Zoey looked down, earning more looks of horror and sympathy.

"No… He killed her….. I had woken up form a nightmare…. I went to my mum's room… and there was someone right over her, and she was struggling, too, almost like someone had her by the neck…. Then he looked at me, those eyes of his locked to mine. And he be smiling now….." Jamie looked at Zoey, noticing that she was far off in a memory….

Zoey walked slowly past her Grandfathers room, not wanting to wake him up. Her and her mother had moved in with him after the death of Henrick Wellson. No one was completely sure of how he did die, but the little girl who had been on the scene at the time screamed, saying that there was a grey man standing in the road. The mother, Tasha Wellson said that she had also seen the man, hanging around the house and watching the little girl as she played with her friends. No one had seen the man in the neighborhood before. Tasha's father told her to sell the house and move to Australia to live with him, Tasha happily agreed to this. Zoey didn't know the reasons, but her, her mother and grandfather, could see the supernatural. Zoey was especially gifted with it. The tiny 7 year old slowly opened the door to her mother's room.

"Mommy, I had a bad dream…." She muttered, slowly opening the door, only to stop at the sound of a struggled sound. Zoey slowly pecked her head in, her green and blue streaked eyes widening at the man that she saw at the place where her father died. Tasha was struggling weakly, as if being choked, even though the man didn't have a single finger on her. She suddenly went limp, and Zoey gasped, causing the man to turn to her. His pale gold eyes seem to narrow, but also seemed to smile as well, even though he was smiling with his mouth.

"Well hello little rabbit." He said in a smooth voice, sending shivers up the girl's spine. "Ever heard of the Boogieman?" He hissed, and the shadows seemed to move toward the petrified little girl. Zoey screamed. Suddenly, a blur of stormy grey and black sailed over her, attacking the shadows. The grey man cursed and fled, leaving a man in his mid 40's, and a crying little girl.

Shhhhshhh, it's ok Misaki*, its ok…" Kike Wellson said, soothing the little girl. His blue eyes glaring at the spot that the grey man had once stood; a man whom he knew all too well. Kike looked at the body of his only child, still and unmoving, then back to his little Hikari**, his little light, the last and possible hope.

Zoey snapped back out of the memory. Jamie seemed to be a little spooked from what I had told him.

"Sorry 'bout that…" I muttered, looking away. Jamie patted my shoulder, smiling a little. The other kids said that they were sorry for my loss of a mother and father.

"Aster, what in ta name of the moon are ya doing?" Said the large storm grey and black Pooka asked the smaller Pooka, who was painting what looked like an egg.

"Painting, Kike." Aster told him, showing the beautiful colored egg that he was still working on. Lily looked closely at it.

"Its very pretty Aster! I like how you did the swirls on it." Lily said tracing the markings that where painted onto it. Aster grinned at her, pleased at her reaction to the colored egg. Lillis looked over her shoulder to see what Kike was fussing about.

"I wanted ya to paint this Aster, not on that!" Kike said, chuckling and gesturing on what his younger sister was painting on. Aster pouted.

"But I wanted to paint on this, smaller, makes me focus more." He told him, ears laying back. Kike knew when Aster did this; he was going to be stubborn. He patted him on the back and told him to continue on, he wasn't going to say anything about it.

Bunny blinked, remembering when he started to paint eggs was a pleasant surprise to him. Back in his Warren, homework finished and tucked away in a safe place(in case Jack decided to show up and mess everything up), and back to his true form; thank the man in the moon. He looked at the egg he was currently painting. It looked like the same egg that he was painting in his memory. When Zoey and him were in art, the teacher and given them a day that they could do anything, giving them everything that they could us. Bunny immediately dived in, grabbing the eggs and pastel colors and started painting. Zoey had taken interest and asked him to teach her how to do what he was doing. He had gladly obliged, offering her a paint brush and an egg. Zoey started to ask him questions about where in Australia he had came from and why he came here. Bunny hated to lie, but he had to, telling her that he was an orphan and had to move here. Zoey had told him that all of her family except her grandfather was dead. Bunny was startled to hear this, but what got him was what she told him next.

"Who…. Who killed her?" He asked quietly, paintbrush and hand shaking. Zoey looked around nervously.

"… You'd wouldn't believe it if I told ya." She muttered.

"You can tell me shelia, I'll believe ya." Bunny assured Zoey. She then looked around, then with a dead serious look crossed her face.

"The Boogieman killed me mum." Bunny's jaw dropped, the dreaded horror of it was shocking. Why? Why would Pitch go after an adult? Bunny thought, shaking his head and went pack to his painting. Racking his mind of reasons for Pitch to kill Zoey's mother, and then attempt to attack her. Suddenly he remembered something. The Wellson Family was famous for supernatural sighting's. And all of their claims where dismissed. Bunny had to tell the other guardians that a teenage believer maybe in grave danger.

Ok guys, another chapter down! I am truly sorry that it was late. I got into trouble due to school and their stupid grading. But I finished the chapter! Please review and tell me if I need to correct anything! Misaki*= Beautiful Blossom, Hikari**=Light. Grandpa Kike went to Japan in his early days and learned the langue, and therefore gives Zoey pet names, he still does this